"If I had a hammer, I'd" ...
No. That's not right.
"I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night" ...
No. That's not it either.
"We are stardust, we are golden,
We are two billion year old carbon" ...
Nope. That's not it either.
"Well, they take all the trees and they put 'em in a tree museum" ...
No. Something's just not right here.
"Where have all the flowers gone?" ...
Sorry. I must have gotten lost in the moment.
It's been a long time since my left-wing liberal, peace rally organizing, chukka boot (with a secret pocket at the ankle) wearing, parrot-head sing along, environmentalist, inner-self slipped out in such a dramatic and profound way.
I guess I should let my right-wing fanatic side take over. Then all will be as it should be.
Or maybe I should call forth my "I'm OK -- You're OK" middle of the road, compromise your own beliefs, live and let live self. That way if anyone got offended by what I had to say, I could just apologize profusely and we could agree to disagree and all would be well with the world once again.
But then again, what would be accomplished by such a neutral (and not necessarily peaceful) stance?
The truth is, we never know what's on the inside of others. Just because someone is pro-life and pro-second amendment doesn't mean they don't care about others, or the environment, or the nation, or the freedoms of others. For example, most pro-lifers I know are the one's leading the fight to retain the freedom of speech many who disagree with them take for granted.
Most folks are very complex. Few are one dimensional. We are all made up of layers from our upbringing, our environment, and a plethora of life lessons and experiences.
Some, obviously, are not very multi-faceted and need to bludgeon others -- even if it's just verbally -- to feel good about themselves. In my opinion, such folks need extensive counseling. They need someone to reach out to them to help them find some sense of worth; some sense of self. They need someone to help them get rid of all their insecurities.
But alas, we will never be able to help them because we don't know who they are.
They hide their insecurities behind on-line monikers and funny sounding log-in names. They are, when all is said and done, anonymously anonymous.