Bless Their Hearts
Occasionally I enjoy sparring with those on the other side of the aisle. Rather, I enjoy attempting to spar with those on the other side of the aisle. Unfortunately, the conversations quickly, if not immediately, head down the same path.
“Hate. Hater. Hate hate hate. Misogynist. Bigot. Confederate. HATE!”
“No, I’m merely saying that everyone, and that does include white men, will benefit from. . .”
“Hate. Hatey McGee. Hate “
Sometimes this frustrates me, but it shouldn’t. Instead of getting upset, I should instead think about God and his pet jackass Jethro.
That God keeps a pet, not to mention an obstinate and braying jackass, is perhaps shocking to some. It should not be. He’s God. He made the obstinate and braying beast. He loves Jethro, even if he cannot always control him.
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.
You see sometimes during the whole forming in the womb stage, Jethro sneaks in and kicks people in the head. The blunt force trauma isn’t helpful and thus later interferes with the ability to prophesize. Instead of cogent arguments, those afflicted with the mark of Jethro* can only mutter about their feelings and yell “Hate! Hater! Hate hate hate!!!!!”
So instead of getting frustrated, think about Jethro and charity. Just pat your attempted interlocutor on the head, say “bless your heart,” and move on. Attempting debate will only angry up the blood.
*You didn’t really believe that the jackass as an emblem for the Democrats was dreamed up by a cartoonist, did you?
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