We must attempt to see the issues from our neighbor’s perspective to understand their view point.
Words and images can provoke powerful emotions in all of us. An image I find innocuous you might
The blogger of The Heritage American writes in his blog post “The Power of Equality” about opening a new roll of first class stamps, “Glancing at them something leapt out at me: the word “Equality.”” This gentleman and I have at least three things in common: 1. We both like to blog about political topics. 2. We both buy postage stamps which is a rarity any more and 3. We were both somewhat surprised at the word equality on the stamp. That is where our similarities end with regards to the stamps.
Is it a storm or a rain shower?
My fellow blogger had an altogether different reaction to the four words used on the stamps, their meaning and implication for our society. But this blog is not a rebuttal to his arguments. Rather, I am amused that each of us can be walking through our daily routines only to be stopped by a postage stamp. His cultural experiences, research and education have led him to form certain impressions as to what the term equality forebodes for America.
Wow, these are comfortable shoes
Similarly, my journey through life has brought me to an entirely different set of conclusions about the necessity for equality, liberty, justice and freedom. It is important that I make every attempt to understand his perspective. You may not agree with me on that point but that is how I approach political discord. If I never make the attempt to look at the issues from his vantage point, how can I ever expect him to seriously consider my perspective? It is akin to the old adage “Walk a mile in my shoes.”
Even though we see the threats to America very differently, I am fairly sure we probably have more in common than either one of us may be willing to admit. We can be certain that we both share an interest in blogging, stamps and an eternal desire to see the country we love be prosperous and productive.
An American, Confederate, and Rainbow flag walk into a bar…
The American flag says give me a beer brewed with the finest barley and hops grown in the U.S., the confederate flag says give me a shot of your finest southern whiskey so I can sing out Dixie, the bartender turns to the rainbow flag and asks, “What are you having?” and the rainbow flag says, “Oh, nothing, I’m the designated driver for my brothers.”
