On the other hand, the fruitage of the spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faith, mildness, self-control. Gal. 5:22,23
Brigitte Bardot was convicted Tuesday of provoking discrimination and racial hatred for writing, in her ardent defense of animal rights, that Muslims are destroying France:
”tired of being led by the nose by this population that is destroying us, destroying our country by imposing its acts.”
Vice President Dick Cheney’s 
joke suggests a generations long culture of incest in West Virginia:
“So I had Cheneys on both sides of the family and we don’t even live in West Virginia,”
Don Imus on the the Rutgers women’s basketball team:
IMUS: Awesome rough girls from Rutgers. Man, they got tattoos.
UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Some hardcore hoes.
IMUS: That’s some nappy-headed hos.
Don Imus, 
on Gwen Ifill, distinguished journalist, moderator and managing editor of Washington Week and senior correspondent for The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer:
“Isn’t the ‘Times’ wonderful. It lets the cleaning lady cover the White House.”
Barbara Bush
on hurricane Katrina evacuees in Houston after having lost everything back in Mississippi or Louisiana
“What I’m hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas.., And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway so this is working very well for them.”
Hillary Clinton, on a 2006 trip to Bosnia on March 17, 2008:
“I remember landing under sniper fire. There was supposed to be some kind of a greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicles to get to our base.”
Michael Richards on
‘Nuf said.
I could go on and on. At the risk of channeling Marvin Gaye here– ”What’s going on?” Is the whole world in the throes of losing their minds? Whatever happened to a little som’ sompin’ called self-control?
Dictionary.com defines self control as “control or restraint of oneself or one’s actions, feelings, etc.” It’s interesting to note synonyms include discipline and levelheadedness. Aren’t these at least two attributes we look for and expect in our President?
You don’t have to be anti this or pro that to appreciate self-control. It’s not about bible thumping or right wing conservatism or any of these descriptors tossed about to silence those we disagree with or disguise and justify “us” not liking “you.” People are just opening their mouths and letting the toads plop wherever they may.
What’s going on?
In the cases of Don Imus and Michael Richards, these men had deluded themselves into believing that just because they hung out with Blacks who use the “N” word and similiarly crass expressions to characterize women, they were in the fratority. They felt safe to use the expressions themselves because “everybody knows I’m not a racist!” They actually believed they were not only one of us but one with us. Imus has said he’s learned his lesson. Hmmm… That’s easy for you to say, Don, now that you’re able to go on making a living.
More than racism is rearing its ugly head as these remarks and all the other recent verbal faux pas clearly demonstrate. These tiny thumbnails should be starting to switch on our collective alarm bells. These are no mere slips of the tongue. These are revelations, a heads up if you will pointing out what really lies beneath. Attention needs to be paid! In the sixties, the hippies mantra was love, love, love. Today..? What’s going on? Where is the love?
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
People moving out, people moving in
Why? Because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you sure can’t hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I’ll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody’s interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to my nation
Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities ablaze in the summer time
And oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything
And the band played on
So, round and around and around we go
Where the world’s headed, said nobody knows
Oh, great Googamooga
Can’t you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record’s a gas
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting
‘End the war’ and the band played on
Great Googamooga
Can’t you hear me talking to you?
It’s a ball of confusion
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin’ ball of confusion
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin’ ball of confusion
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Hey! Sound familiar?
