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All things in moderation...


Main Entry: hyp·o·crite
Pronunciation: \ˈhi-pə-ˌkrit\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English ypocrite, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin hypocrita, from Greek hypokritēs actor, hypocrite, from hypokrinesthai
Date: 13th century
1 : a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion
2 : a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings



So apparently some people can't play nice.

I don't understand.

I can't understand.

But I also can't allow this kind of vitriolic venom to spew into my world. So comments will be moderated before they get "out there".

It is a very strange time for me. I hardly know which end of the world is up any more. I am being called things I have never been called before, with accusations being made that don't make any sense to me. My only conclusion is that they are false.

Luke: You told me Vader killed my father.

Obi-wan: You father was seduced by the dark side of the Force. He ceased to be
Anakin Skywalker and became Darth Vader. When that happened, the good man who was your father was destroyed. So what I have told you was true... from a certain point of view.

Luke: A certain point of view!

Obi-wan: Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend
greatly on our own point of view.

The dogs may bark, but the caravan moves on.

Comments

Jeanette said…
Sorry, I keep hoping this will all simmer down, but someone keeps turning up the flame under the pot *Sigh*

I for one think you're great so who cares what anyone else thinks! (Unless they think you're great too of course *wink*)
Bill Cobabe said…
It's interesting how in other comments I am the world's best guy, then I am a filthy hypocrite and liar. Perhaps I am... Sometimes I confuse myself. I admit that! But I am just trying to muddle through this the best I can, same as everyone.

One thing I can't tolerate is aspersions being cast on my family. That's beyond the pale: something anathema to everything that I have been taught as a Christian. And ultimately that's what pushed me over the edge.

I don't care anymore. I am not wasting any more time worrying about it. Sounds a little ruthless, I am sure. Maybe I like being ruthless. At least for a while. >:-D
Anonymous said…
I love you.

I love you.

You are great.

You ARE.
We are all hypocrites. Since perfection is literally impossible in this lifetime, my goal is just to be the nicest hypocrite I can be while trying to be a tiny bit less hypocritical than the day before.
Amie Cobb said…
Being ruthless feels good every once in a while, doesn't it! ;P

Love you, bud!

My father-in-law used to sing a song called "Make the World Go Away." Gordon and I sing it to each other when times get tough. It's a funny old cowboy song, but the message is still true.
B. Perky said…
I so love reading your blog.

I regret that my blog was turned into a battlefield. Not nice.

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