This blog is kind of about politics. And kind of not.
Mostly, it’s about respect.
I’ll start by admitting that I am not into politics. I’m just not. I may be the most “not into” politics of anyone you’ll ever know. I know myself, and I know to stay out of it to avoid a full-on high-blood-pressure-induced heart attack. So I steer clear of the subject.
Well, most of the time.
So, while it’s true that I’m not “into” politics, the thing that I am most definitely “into” is people. Humanity. Love for your fellow human. You know, that whole “do unto others as you’d have them do unto you” stuff.
Well, something ‘political’ that I saw yesterday just absolutely pissed me off.
I’m not going to lower myself to post it here for you to see. It disgusts me and I’m not going to spread it any further than it has to go. But basically, there’s a picture going around comparing the two Boston marathon bombing terrorist suspects to our president and vice-president. Saying that both are taking our ‘rights’ away (it’s some BS about gun rights) and therefore implying that they should be grouped in the same category.
Did I mention that this pissed me off?
Again, I’m not political. I don’t have a strong opinion about gun rights or any other topic that whoever created that picture was attempting to address. But what I do have is this: respect for authority.
Let me tell you a story.
When my son Jeffrey was 3 years old, he despised his pre-school teacher. And to be quite honest, I wasn’t too thrilled with her myself. Well, Jeffrey, in his 3-year-old glory, decided that he would take action to show his teacher how much he disliked her. He somehow discovered which car in the parking lot was hers (unfortunately for her, it was one that was parked closest to the fence at the playground), and then proceeded to do what a 3-year-old deemed an appropriate way to show contempt – he threw rocks at it.
Of course, his dad and I got called into the school. And, of course, he got in trouble for it. But during that incident, and in other incidents to come over the years, I tried to instill something into Jeffrey. Whether or not you like someone or whether or not you agree with them, one thing has to exist at all times. And that is respect. Respect for each other, yes. But especially a respect for authority. They are there for a reason. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to like them. But you have to respect them for the role that they play.
As Jeffrey gets older and more mature, I see this respect growing in leaps and bounds. He still gets angry, as we all do, but he has learned to keep that anger in check and not blow up every time he feels the urge. Basically, he has learned to ‘stop throwing rocks’ so to speak.
Now, if some adults could just learn that.
Can’t we just stop it? Just stop it. Agree with him, disagree with him, like him, hate him – I don’t care. But remember that he is the president of our country. This country that gives you the freedom to run your mouth? Yeah, he runs it. If you don’t like him, vote him out. Isn’t it great that you have that option? Until then, respect the man and allow him to do his job. If you have issues you disagree on – great. Voice your opinion. About the issues. Not the person. There is a big difference between feeling strongly enough to voice your opinion about a subject and choosing to bash another human being.
Put your rocks down and grow up.
“Men are respectable only as they respect.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson