Holy Moly.......I am still ruminating and vibrating over Betsy's comment (and her post yesterday) responding to my scathing rant of May3 about unruly children and their parents' methodologies, using the religions of the world as part of my argument.
I am trying to decide if I am just irreparably batshit crazy or the bravest damned idiot on the face of. After digesting Betsy's rebuttal to my rant, I realized that I not only managed to attack Motherhood and God in one swell foop.......but, had I only thrown in a few comments about what I think of the MFs in Congress, I could have been able to claim an attack on the Flag too. Thank heaven I didn't mention Apple Pie or Baseball ......(I happen to approve of both of those for the time being.......though sometimes I do wish that Baseball would move along a bit faster.)
First, let me say that I have no intention of trying to rebut Betsy's rebuttal. I think she and I should just agree to disagree slightly I am glad the world can relax in the fact that at least several children are being raised in a calm, logical, respectful home and will obviously escape growing up with warped psyches because of punishments or the fear thereof.
Next, it has become obvious to me that I had better try to clarify my position on the subject of God. I do not embrace any of the Gods of the major religions. I am not an Atheist. I have a huge reverence for everything that exists. I have a "God" of my own invention.......a force of sublime intelligence which keeps the universe from flying to pieces (even faster than it is ) and I believe that each of us and all things in the universe have a spark of that force within us. But when living in a world that is God oriented, what are we, the Godless, to do when we have to talk about that inexplicable force or about other people's Gods? It is for this reason that you will often find the word "god" in my writings. So sue me. Take the word at it's meaning for you or, better yet, at what you presume is its meaning to me. Without occasionally using that word to express that concept I cannot write sensibly (or frugally......can you imagine what my blog would be like if I had to say "that-sublime-force-which-dwells-in-all-of-us and keeps-the-universe-from-flying-apart" instead of just saying "God") ? Yuk. It's enough to make a person give up blogging altogether.
Also, please try to recognize in my ramblings and rantings that I am a great believer in Irony and Sarcasm to create a bit of humor. I am very guilty, I fear, of doing this badly and blurring the line between those and just plain straight, serious babbling. I will try to get better at this.....meanwhile, you must occasionally stop and ask yourself, "Does she really mean THAT? or is she just fuckin' with me?".
Now....Fear. I firmly believe that rampant fear is the basis for everything bad in the world. I will defend that position to my death. But, I feel that a little bit of fear is a necessary and good thing. It keeps us from stepping out into traffic and dancing on the Freeway, from jumping off buildings and trying to fly and from lots of things that would be very deleterious to our well being. As long as it doesn't reach paranoia proportions, a little bit of fear saves out lives a gazillion times a day. (you may choose to call it "wisdom".......that's OK......however, I see fear as more powerful than wisdom.......sadly.
Finally, in order to explain some of the thoughts I expressed in my rant ...... I was really just trying too express my bafflement at children's lack of respect and .....well......of love of their parents when they misbehave remorselessly and inflict pain and torture on those who love them. I was blessed with a near Saint for a Mother. As far back as the age of 2, I remember vividly being upset when something I did caused her pain. (and it was obvious to me when this happened..........I did not need the threat of any punishment nor did I fear that she would no longer love me.......I knew her love was unconditional. As was mine for her. I loved her hugely and did not want to be the cause of any unhappiness to her so I tried very hard to behave as she wanted me to. This did not, I believe, scar me for life. That habit has expanded a bit over the years to include tempering my behavior with everyone I love and even with some that I don't. Call me crazy.....I can't help it. Since I personally have felt that way for at least 82 or 83 years it puzzles me mightily why the current crop of children seem to have or show so little love or respect for their parents.
Because that is how I interpret the behavior of the current generation. And don't tell me that the idea is too sophisticated or difficult for children to understand because I don't buy that. Why is it OK to "Always Hurt the One You Love??"
Oh,hell.....what do I know? I hardly know anything.
The New Yorker covers: February 10, 1968
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