The biggest sin is IGNORANCE.

I fear not knowing a responsible answer to a problem.  Unlike years past, we have the internet to allow us to peruse the information.  The problem now is how do you ferret through so much information because most is opinion.

Ah, you use LOGIC.  You understand the author, the media, the agenda and you find something that can either be replicated or fits logic.

For example. we go to the ice cream store.  You are diabetic and cannot adequately control your type 2 diabetic numbers. We both order ice cream. IWe sit and talk .  You love chocolate ice cream and I like Vanilla.  You ask me if I like chocolate and I say I do not like it.

Next topic.  You ask if I like Hillary Clinton.  I say I do not like her.  You ask why and I say she has told so many lies that I get vertigo.  I tell you three lies that she has told.  Not my opinion, but lies told  under oath to Congressional panels. The lies are so egregious that the FBI wants to indict her as is reported by the media.

You are angered at my words.  You ask if I am a Republican and I say I am independent.  But you can’t control your upset.  You tell me about the sins of other people as if that makes her sins okay.  You don’t deny the lies you simply spin them.

The ice cream story and the Hillary story are one in the same.  You don’t get upset because I DON’T LIKE chocolate.  You accept my preference.  I do not challenge your grown up decision to eat a food that is injurious to your health and you allow me to not like chocolate.  We each have our own preferences.

I tell you my preference, in response to your question, about another issue and you take exception.

But you don’t stop there.  You ask, “Do you like Trump?”  By the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes I know there is nothing I could say to appease my first opinion.  So I try a different, yet truthful, tact.  “He is arrogant and rich but I give him credit for not lying.”

The fire of liberal thinking has been lit.  The barrage of racial injustice, gun control, abortion, women’s rights all start flowing so fast and with such force that I have to back up.

Then you ask me why I seem to dislike liberals.  This is followed with an accusation that if you don’t like liberals then you must be … wait for it … a REPUBLICAN.

Sorry to disappoint your hate rant but I am very close to the center of the political spectrum.  I first believe that there is only one party and they set up this divide for people who have no logic to spew hatred and dismay at others who do not agree with them.

Even educated people lose focus and become incensed that another opinion can exist in their world view.  I learned to keep quiet because I want friends who understand that my preference for ice cream is no different than my preference for other things.  It is my preference.  I have my reasons and I can back them up.  End of discussion.  How that leads to your dislike of me is the reason I don’t like liberals.

“Oh, you think the right wingers don’t hold extreme judgements?”

“The extremes of either side (I watch the VIEW) needs to be excluded.   I sat eating ice cream with a lesbian, a liberal and a right wing religious person.  We each expressed our ice cream preferences.  They talked, I listened (fearful of expressing an opinion on any topic).  Afterwards the lesbian and the right wing religious person became good friends.  The liberal thinker showed anger at the conservative and “felt” sorry and confused for the lesbian.

There are 8 million stories in the naked city this has been one of them.




























































































































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