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Sometimes we learn our lessons so well in life…that we stop living. If I am nothing but a doormat, then why should I bother to care about anything at all, even my own life…thus I stop living and I bleed to death. I do not like the puzzle because the answer is nothing but a picture, and I have lost my marbles all over the woodgrained table. There is also a woodgrained Christian cross bore onto the very very very blue vase. My twolips are bleeding…
This is about the illogical craziness of hatred and political abuse, just like any other form of hatred and bigotry. Sometimes, more often than not, hatred and abuse make absolutely no sense at all when they are really looked at, examined and thought about. And unfortunately I have found many times people are like sheep, unwilling to question their beliefs or attitudes, and very willing to buy into the hatred and abuse of another, without really pondering what the real cost to that individual might be, or anyone that they might love as well…
10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.