The Junk I Read on Facebook

Some days, some of the junk I read on Facebook makes me reluctant to associate myself with the species of Homo sapiens sapiens. The latin translation of Homo sapiens is “wise person” which makes me laugh. There are damn few of those around, and the ones who do seem to be somewhat wise get trolled and hated.

People get murdered and instead of uniting us as it has sometimes done in the past, it just seems to tear us further apart. The so called “media” pundits from both sides, and the politicians couldn’t agree on the rules for a game of checkers. It seems their only aim is to further divide us.

Everyone is an expert. Everyone’s stance is the right stance. Everyone has a solution. Fifty percent of everyone, disagress with the other fifty percent…so who is right?

I submit that neither of them are right. In my opinion 99.9% of all the “experts” in the fields of politics, religion, business, world affairs, and tiddly winks take their opinions on things straight out of their “agenda” playbook, which is mostly given to them by powerful organizations like the NRA, the Chamber of Commerce, the AMA, AARP, Americans for Prosperity,, AIPAC, the AFL-CIO, NARAL, or the NAACP.

Perhaps they may be taking cues from the Koch brothers, Michael Bloomberg, Tom Steyer, Sheldon Adelson, George Soros, Rupert Murdoch, Bill and Melinda Gates, John and Laura Arnold, Penny Pritzker, or Warren Buffet. Maybe from Jeff Bezos or even Mark Zuckerberg.

Or perhaps maybe it’s Franklin Graham, or Jerry Falwell Jr. Howard and Roberta Ahmanson. David Barton, Douglas Coe, Charles Colson, Luis Cortez, James Dobson, Stuart Epperson, Michael Gerson, Ted Haggard, Billy Hybels, T.D. Jakes, Diane Knippers, Tim and Beverly Lahaye, Richard Land, Brian McLaren, Joyce Meyer, Richard John Neuhaus, Mark Knoll, J.J. Packer, Rick Santorum (yes…Rick Santorum) Paul Crouch, Joel Osteen, Archbishop Timothy Dolan…etc., etc., If you have never heard of some of these people, maybe you should.

I could go on…but I hope the point is obvious.

Then you have every Tom, Dick and Harry who can use a keyboard and who knows how to prepare memes, sending out bogus BS after bogus BS. Who do you believe? You try and source your information, but before you can get it researched good, things change. It’s like trying to shoot a dime out of the sky with a bb gun.

The reliability factor on what we see on social media is very low…very low. I’d almost rather read op-eds from people who I know have half way decent walking sense. At least you know its their opinion.

Acchh…I’ve droned on and on like some of the people I’m talking about. I’m going to go and read a book now. Before I go though, I’d just like to say, when it comes to people getting murdered, or tragically killed, I’m going to try and reserve my thoughts on those matters for those people who are suffering. I’m going to try and not politisize it, and point fingers. I have my opinons on who is responsible for what. You want to know what I think? Message me. I’ll tell you in no uncertain terms. But for now, I handle this latest attack on humanity the same way I have the previous umpteen ones, and the way I will handle the next one. I mourn. I don’t read the Bible much anymore, but I remember that Jesus said: “Blessed are they which mourn for they shall be comforted.” Short and to the point. No old Testament archaic stuff. Nothing from the Apostle Paul. Just the words of Jesus.

I have great admiration for that man.

Losing someone you love

“Time heals all wounds”. That’s how the old saying goes, but it’s not really true especially when it concerns losing someone you love.

Time simply allows a scab to grow over whatever wound has been dealt to us. It’s a permanent scab, which never heals. Some are thicker than others, but it only takes the right thing to rip off even the hardest of protections. Then the wound is as fresh ever. A picture, a song, a sunny day, something someone says, seeing a certain person, being at a certain place, even just opening your eyes to a new day. Triggers that open up old wounds are all around us.

Sometimes, even time does not partially heal. That’s the other non truth about that old saying. Depending on the person, and on the wound….it may never scab over. When that occurs, there is a constant feeling which can vary from a nagging annoyance, to an agonizing, searing, nerve wracking hurt. How you feel just depends on how well you distract yourself from the pain that day.

Nothing in this life is simple, nor do all generalities apply to all people. Sometimes even the toughest of humans need to seek professional counseling and help.

Being well meaning and concerned about other people, especially when it comes to the grieving process can be a double edged sword. A little support helps, but too much may hurt. When unsure, the best policy is “first do no harm”. Back off and stay quiet, and give others the space to try and develop their scab on their own.

That’s all it will ever be though. Just a scab over a wound in the heart, which will never fully heal. It’s always there, believe me I know.