A Ways To Go

[My. The Jerry Falwell death vitriol is spreading around the web like a fast-moving brushfire. I guess I'm not surprised. He did a lot to create the poisonous, ignorant climate we find ourselves weathering today.]

[Me? Lately, I've been trying this new thing: not to hate. To love, even. I'm trying on the idea that evil is an abstract concept not actually applicable to individuals; all anyone wants is authentic recognition from others, and evil deeds are a result not of individual evil but of twisted misrecognition. George W. Bush, for example...the man is doing wrong, wrong things, but he's just as worthy of love as every other person.]

[So, I try to apply this to the late Rev. Falwell, a human being just dead. What do I get? I get the last lines from a song from A Chorus Line:]

Six months later I heard that Karp had died.
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul...
And cried.
'Cause I felt...nothing.

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