Twisted

It's funny how life works. For every glass that's half full, there's a glass that's half empty. It just depends on how you look at it.

And where you are changes your perspective. It's taken me some time to realize that. When I have my collar on, it constantly reminds me that my position is different than that of my flock -- the bar has been raised, the standards are higher. I get that and, for the most part, have been able to honor it.

But in the secular world -- despite all the disrespect of those in authority that I see around me -- in the secular world, I somehow maintain the naive notion that people will rise to their highest levels and that everything will work together for the greater good. Well, everyTHING will work together for the greater good, but not everyONE will join in the working together.

People will blow smoke up your butt and tell you they're trying to revive you. The reality is that people blow smoke up your butt because they're testing you, trying to see what you've got, trying to see if you're dead or alive. I'm slowly realizing that, while many of my employees are talented, lovely, and delightful individuals, there are some who are dishonest, deceitful, and conniving individuals, ones who would blow smoke up my butt to see if I'm still alive, all the while telling me they're trying to revive me.

Which is really unfortunate. It's just so twisted. And I hate walking around being that witch that everyone fears. I hate walking around with that big stick. But I'm in a place that's gotten very twisted. It's going to take some twists to get out of the twisted environment and into one that is whole. I think we're going to twist and shout.

I guess I started this thinking about how twisted it is for us as Americans to celebrate in the streets that another human has been killed. No, I'm no fan of Bin Laden, but I'm no fan of murder either, and I'm certainly no fan of celebrating because someone's been murdered. When we do that, when I see the pictures of Americans dancing with flags and celebrating Bin Laden's death, I'm immediately reminded of the people who were pictured burning American flags and celebrating the fall of the Towers. We think one is ok and one is not ok, but, IMHO, to think that shows some twist in our own value system. It's twisted to actually dance on someone's grave. It's twisted to rejoice in anyone's suffering. It's twisted for us to think it's ok to engage in these behaviors because our cause is "just" or "right," while simultaneously condemning others for engaging in the exact same behaviors for the exact same reasons.

God, have mercy on us.