Now - in the wake of the Proposition 8 controversy and amid a loud public outcry (on both sides of the proverbial coin) - a lot of vile name-calling is volleying back and forth.
Racist! Fascist! Bigot!
The words are being bandied about by a handful of unsophisticated individuals who are not only uneducated - but, quite frankly - don't know the true meanings of the words.
Just because an individual criticizes a character flaw in another - who happens to be black, or brown, or green - doesn't make 'em a racist, 'ya know.
Duh!
You'd think God would have blessed 'em with a smidgen of intelligence at minimum, so they could fathom that one out, eh?
Most have never suffered through hardships under the tyranny of a fascist government, endured a holocaust, or vigilantly fought for any life-threatening cause beyond these shores.
Yeah, the lay-abouts loll about on their couches around America - spoiled brats that they are - and name call!
The Internet is rife with it.
But, guess what?
The hateful words are usually uttered by anonymous individuals prone to hide their ugly faces.
How can anyone take them seriously?
Cowards!
After reflecting on the issue a bit today, an old familiar rhyme sprang out from the deep recesses of my mind, and made me break into a smile.
When we were kids, if some bully called taunted us with an ugly name, we simply broke into a chorus of song.
"Sticks & stones can break my bones, but names can never hurt me."
Ah, sweet birth of youth!
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