Blown: (adj) past participle of blow
You can’t make a duck bark. It’s a simple statement.
Therefore, it’s virtually impossible to get your dog to quack.
Patterns of behavior are established through choice and genetics, and maintained by stubborn tradition.
So as I listen to people complain about leaders who are causing turmoil and steering the American public into bad decisions, I look on, perplexed.
- Nobody can make me prejudiced.
- Nobody can turn me into a bigot.
- Nobody can suddenly convince me that black people are evil or that people from China are out to get me.
I am the one who is ready to hear the nonsense.
So therefore, it is the responsibility of our citizens to own up to the fact that the transitions which have occurred in our lifetime, which have promoted truth or at least tolerance, have been avoided by many, who have sat by, pretending to be part of the parade, only to whisper complaints to each other as the floats go by.
There is a disgruntled spirit in our country which is blown by every ill wind.
It is unconfronted.
It is denied–as we pretend that everything is alright.
We are still one of the most bigoted countries in the world, intolerant of the behavior of each other, and willing to become violent if someone takes our parking space.
I don’t think we will change these attitudes by hatching meanness to address the meanness.
But as long as people are blown by every wind of doctrine and every carnival barker, we will suffer under a cloud of uncertainty.
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