Posted by
RedDot on Thursday, August 10, 2006 4:00:09 PM
When I was a kid (which was really NOT that long ago - no really), in one place we lived we had about as fancy of a bathroom as anyone in the neighborhood. Not only was our bathroom the neighborhood envy, it was actually set apart from our house on display (if you took a bit of a turn coming up the drive) for most all to see.
I am one of the few (and proud apparently) of anyone near my age to have experienced a bathroom at the base of the garden. Not only did we have that separate building, it was roofed and shingled and had a working door with a latch. Beyond all else, it was dually ported - i.e. a two holer (pronounced "2 whole-er").
You learned very quickly on which side to set the flashlight or you lost it. Not that I ever did that.
Being that close to the reality of offal in life's journey imbedded some basic concepts. You just get helpful insights such as the fact that there are things that you do not allow in your living space. And other intuitive lessons - no good thing could come of getting in the pit under the outhouse.
Maybe we need to setup some outhouses to begin to imbibe the rudiments of basic wisdom to groups of our citizenry. No matter what effort you make, the stuff in the pit simply has to be dealt with as what it is. Bury it, burn it, compost it, grow mushrooms in it, dump it in the river, whatever. It is what it is. No matter how you categorize it, refer to it, illustrate it, or re-characterize it - it is what it is.
You don't get any points for pretending it is something it is not. If you don't deal with the offal as what it is, you could get pretty sick. You could endanger the health of your family. It could even endanger your life (remember the guy last year who was cleaning his septic tank and fell in?).
The point is this, there are people in this world who simply belong in the pit. They are evil. Yes Virginia, I mean evil. They cannot be molded, shaped, colored, trained, compromised or taught to be anything else. Am I a fatalist? In no possible way.
It is demonstrable that people can make decisions that, due to their elimination of any options for rescue, cannot be reversed. There are people who have chosen to be so evil in the process of how they view man, God, women, children, or whatever, that there is no saving them from themselves. At least by man.
Their only objective in negotiation is to put you in a position of weakness so they can take your life. They believe your life is an impurity on their planet and must be purged. They believe that blowing up planes over the ocean will win them favor with God (thank you MI5 and all others involved - a big Yankee thanks).
(momentary diatribe here - let's just get this out there - you can't win favor with God guys, get over it. Nothing you can do is going to impress God, no matter how stupid, vile, valiant or impressive among mortals. Hmm - the Guy that hung old Sol is going to recognize you going splat as something impressive... If mercy and grace gave you air which doesn't kill you, how can anything you do earn a thing from Him when your very life is already a gift?)
Again - yes Virginia, there is evil. You don't move evil into your house. You don't negotiate with evil. There is always room for genuine repentance/change of heart. BUT, evil you hunt down and destroy. You deal with it, you don't wallow in it, befriend it or send your sons and daughters to live with it.
I think Israel is just about to about to, at long last, deal with some offal in a direct and appropriate fashion. Don't give me moral equivalence Mr. Annan. There is none. Israel has not blown up planes, trains and automobiles for the PR value. Israel has not forced civillians into a house so they can be blown to pieces for the benefit of international media. Israel has not setup the international community to receive their relatives in pieces after being blown up over the Atlantic.
By the way, when you insist on calling good evil and evil good, when you persist in painting refuse as an ideal our youth should hold in high esteem, you come precariously close to belonging in the pile under the out house yourself.
Cheerio and High-ho to the blokes across the pond. Keep on your toes and good hunting.