Prejudice blinds a man to his own stupidity and such a disease has no cure. Life and times have evolved so much that their postulated propositions to recapture their so-called glory days is a myth and a white Elephant project.
Promoting preconceived notions about people whom you’ve never met or related with is something that simply baffles me. Politicians who propagate racial divides annoy me to no ends.
Previously, I was led to believe that such opinions were formed from lack of knowledge and exposure, however, how on earth do you explain the pompous and potentially dangerous posturings of a man who is not only well travelled but wealthy enough to know the difference?
Privilege. That’s the right answer. Golden spoons afford certain men so much privilege that their entire existence is all about them and how great they are.
Presently, I’m trying so hard not to linger over the television in order to preserve my sanity and not to break my TV and if playing Ostrich is the only way to survive then I’ll try my best to succeed in doing that, however, I can’t shake the feeling that potential disaster hangs in the political balance.
Profuse prayers I utter in the silence of my mind hoping that some people’s personal ambition will not bring us to the brink of disaster and that I will grow old gracefully if perhaps they don’t frighten me to death post-haste.