Those happy people that hate everybody

Also known as the klan, those happy-go-lucky folks are in our area. They’ve been here for some time but lately one of them decided to fly a flag that proves his brain is on hold. I have no idea what, if anything, they will do. Likely they’ll just do what they always do, fight amongst themselves, fight amongst their neighbors, get a ride to jail, etc.

I have a special hatred for their rhetoric. I grew up with a parent that tried to impose the beliefs of the ‘kl-n’ onto his children. He was abusive towards them. And also violent to a point where he wanted to inflict harm on innocent people he didn’t even know. Convinced the government was out to get him and his property and felt it was necessary to “defend” it. Without going into too much detail, he was a very hateful, suspicious person that I always considered crazy. In a way, believing that everything he said was a lie, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Whatever he tried to teach us, I believed the opposite.

As a parent, I made sure my children were grounded in the belief that no one group of people is better than another. There are good and bad people wherever you look. I find though, that there are people who are smarter than me, better looking, have better morals, have greater wisdom, better spiritual knowledge. They work harder, are blessed with more talents and abilities than me. Yet, we have the same importance and deserve the same love that was given to us by our Creator.

Having said that, there are people I don’t like. But the reason I don’t care for them is that they truly are rotten people. It’s their lack of character that I can’t stand, not what they look like.

How people could want to join the cone-heads and think they are a good bunch of people to be around is beyond me. Have they ever seen anyone in these groups with a look of joy on their face? All I’ve ever seen is a bunch of angry, bald-headed, knuckle-draggers or the cone-head-costume-wearing nitwits. They need some happiness in their life. Maybe someone should send them some flowers, or teddy-bears to hug. Tapes of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood might do the trick too. Or how about a Tickle-me-Elmo?

I don’t know what I will do if I ever have any type of encounter with them. I do hope they find a cure for whatever ails them though.