Angry is as Angry Does

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facebook-angry-emoji-1200x630Is it me or is everyone pissed the hell off?

Everywhere you turn either someone is taking a knee, starting a fight on Facebook or Tweeting like some maniac. 

Let’s be honest.  Nothing you can post, say or Tweet about is going to change anyone’s opinions because they are already mad.  The ironic thing is, what they are mad about has nothing to do with the White House, taking a knee or disrespecting the national anthem.

Did you know that several religious faiths do not stand, salute the flag or recite the national anthem simply because it is a form of idolatry? Oh hush. This is nothing new. Shadrach, Meshack and Abednego didn’t debate how or why the decision to bow down and worship Nebuchadnezzars’ gold statue was made. They simply decided they wouldn’t do it. When the music started playing they weren’t found participating. (Daniel 3:1-12) 

Last week, I strolled through my news-feed to find so many distraught to the point of high blood pressure over other’s Facebook posts.  The unfriending commenced with words of agony in failing to understand the motives of people.  I think I can clarify some of this for you.

We have lost a reason to believe in what is critical and important in our success as humans.  Nearly everyone over the age of 15 in this world walks about with a mini computer in their pocket.  How do they use it? To snap pictures of themselves at weird angles or to snap shot the yummy food they are eating and you can’t have any.  This is done in order to garner likes.  These likes are now hearts and thumbs up which reassures everyone that they are special.  They are liked.  Someone even loves the new photo they have posted.  Thus begins the cycle. A vicious, nasty, teeth baring cycle for reassurance that they too are a part of a collective.  A collective of like minded people who like what they like.

This week, it is time to hate the knee Next week, the focus is one something new to hate, dislike, disparage or ridicule. The remarks are viewed as racist. 

Believe it or not, some of them are not racist. You can’t be a racist and love Prince and Michael Jackson, or Michael Jordan or Jay-Z.  Hell most of them like Beyonce and carry hot sauce in their purses and bags. How you gon’ be racist singing tonight you’re going to party like it’s 1999? You aren’t racist. You are angry that you aren’t getting any, your wife left you, and you pay child support for kids you don’t even like. Go ahead and admit it.  More people are swiping left on your Tinder profile and the three who call you are unattractive and you already banged. Your options are as limited as your pockets. That’s what you are really upset about Marcus!  Stop trying to pretend it’s something else. You are mad because no one wants to touch your pee-pee and you have to resort to self-service. You aren’t racist.

Being upset at the 44th President doesn’t make you a racist.  Not liking the 45th President doesn’t mean you hate all white people.

You don’t like that particular President.

So what? I don’t like eggplant and you don’t see me making a fuss about (1) Now if I send that emoji to hubby, he’d make a fuss about it.flat,550x550,075,f

As a matter of fact, I don’t like a few of my co-workers.  It has nothing to do with their race, it’s because they are assholes. There!  I said it.  I don’t like *********** because he is an asshole.

He just happens to be white.

I didn’t need to qualify my dislike of him via his race, instead I simply focus on the mess he makes in the break room and blames everyone else. See that was easy, but we have allowed our anger to get out of control and to redefine us. We are heating ourselves up over small matters which have occurred for years, that we never knew about and now, you want to get indignant over.

Do you know how that looks to others around you?

Here is a perfect example.

Ridiculous isn’t it?

So is your behavior.  Now stop it. Put on your big girl pants and big boy shoes and get out there and play nice. Don’t make me come over there!

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