Covenant: (n) an agreement between two or more persons to do or not do something specified.
I have neither the time nor the patience to seek out another person to agree with me to seal the deal. So I guess I cannot officially call my rant a covenant.
But I will anyway—because no one is here to stop me.
I do have a covenant with myself. Bluntly:
I’m sick of the shit.
I’m sick of people making a livelihood off stirring up trouble.
I’m sick of politics being given a free pass to be disingenuous and evil.
I’m sick of the shit put out by a religious system that hides behind two or three verses of scripture, to attack and destroy two or three billion people.
I’m sick of the shit inside me—which causes me to want to hold back the true essence of my soul for fear that I’ll be found unworthy. Hell—I am unworthy, and so far, still alive.
I’m sick of the shit that makes us believe we can be prejudiced against half of the population simply because they nurture a vagina. Many times we’re grateful for that vagina, so for us to declare it insipid, weak and lesser might be considered hypocritical.
I’m sick of the shit that I was taught as a boy which kept me away from the simplicity of loving my neighbor as myself, but instead, checking skin tone first.
I’m sick of this shit.
And I don’t think I’m alone.
The only problem is, the people who might have enough heart and spirit to be sick of the shit won’t use the word shit. And the folks who are reveling in the shit don’t really think it’s stinky, just historical. (Sometimes historical is hysterical…)
So I may be more alone than I think. But if you’re sick of the shit, just like me, do me a favor and join me in this covenant.
According to the definition, I only need to win over one of you.