Decry: (v) to denounce
There has been a worm dangled in front of my face for decades—trying to get me to become more political and outspoken about contemporary affairs.
Fortunately for me, I am not a fish nor a bird and have no interest in worms.
I also have no interest in politics.
I have no desire for religion.
I have no patience for social media, which works very hard to remain anti-social.
I am weary of pursuing contemporary just because it’s popped up and demanded fifteen minutes of fame.
I am appalled at how lying has become a national pastime.
I am completely disinterested in watching the dark side of life in movie after movie.
I will enjoy friendships with human beings, be they male or female, based upon their willingness to alter faulty behavior and improve circumstance.
Differentiation by color is boring.
Separation by nationalities is childish.
I believe and will continue to believe that the world consists of me and the next person I meet and how well the two of us decide to get along.
Although I’m not interested in decrying foolishness, you very well may hear me shouting with joy as I run away from fools.
There is no doubt in my mind. Stupidity will eventually be hauled off in the wacko ambulance, medicated, never to be seen again.
I just don’t believe that bringing more attention to it—granting it longer life—is a doorway to the demise of craziness.
When I was growing up, there was an old man who lived in my town who rarely spoke, but always greeted the children by lifting his cane and playfully pretending to poke them in the tummy. As he performed this action, he always smiled and then giggled, which unfortunately ended with a raspy cough. At the end of this little meeting of the minds, the old man uttered one nugget of information. I remember it well.
“Keep your nose clean.”
It didn’t make sense when I was a little kid, but now I realize the wisdom. If I will focus on me and me alone and critique me and me alone—to the point that I have a clean nose—I’m probably doing pretty damn good.