Coup de grace: (n) death blow
I keep waiting.
With my vexation of waiting comes a curious wondering.
And while I wonder I grow anxious to see sanity have a seat at the table with the family of man. (I have no problem with it being the family of woman, too. Shall we say humankind?)
But escaping that piece of political correctness, let me say I’m a bit baffled as to what coup de grace must occur to startle us from the mediocrity of hatefulness, and the deteriorating status of our conscience.
Not only has kindness become suspect in the ongoing criminal activity of our social disruption, but we’re beginning to believe that anything or anyone who expresses compassion and tenderness is weak. In doing so, we make it seem that to express the weakness of gentleness, one has to be very strong-willed to endure the sarcasm.
I don’t know what’s wrong with pausing before condemning.
I’m confused why we consider it to be ignorant to go on a quest for a deeper understanding of faith.
And I’m not so sure that any deal can be made if there is a human toll extracted to ratify the terms.
Where is the coup de grace?
When will we finally pull up just short of a death blow which tries to remove the oxygen from the breath of our generosity?
I don’t want to go any further backwards. I don’t want to see how bad things could become.
I don’t know if it’s possible for us to come up short of Armageddon, pull away just in time, breathe a sigh of relief…and go get a beer.