posted on Sep, 16 2012 @ 12:31 AM
It's fun to hate!
Just think of all the hilarious jokes about people who are not exactly like ourselves.
We all laugh at em, oh sure, somebody might get onto a 1969 when things were fine, livin in the commune, drinking mulberry wine, purifying our nature
with a sacrament which is given to us on the first page of the Bible(1st Genesis 11, and 17), and is required to make the "Holy Incense".
Embraced by our Ethiopian Coptic Bretheren, and the worlds best amature football player Bob Marley and happy Rastafarians everywhere, this
unmentionable thing, described as being a member of the Kingdom of Plantae, an Angiosperm, this Eudicot Rosid of the order Rosales classified by Carl
Linnaeus, is, was, and shall always be understood to be one of, if not the most valuable plants utilized by mankind for thousands of years.
This producer of paper, fabric, medicines, the munchies, and Cheech and Chong, helped us to laugh at jokes about just about everything, if we didn't
"get" the joke, we'd laugh about how stupid it was.
We loved everybody, but some strange sorts of hippies kept telling us we should hate guys who got drafted and didn't really want to split for Canada,
being sent instead to southeast Asia to die physically, or mentally, or emotionally, and kill some little brown guys while they were at it, because we
bought a used war from the French or something like that.
Anyway, we had friends who were Sufi, and friends who were Hari Krishnas', and even cats who were into Islamic teachings (those Sufis' didn't
mention that they were Muslims, or we just didn't catch it.) I knew a few guys from Persia who kept asking if I knew about Moses...I sure did, he was
the guy who didn't stop to ask for directions for like 40 years...setting a standard all men still try to better. Anyway, we had some interesting
conversations, and decided that as long as everybody was cool on God, however ya got there was okie-dokie. One of my pals was an actual Prince named
Kamusafi, swell guy, he taught me a lot about the Islamic Faith, and I taught him a lot about how to party in Austin Texas. He had to pray about 5
times a day, I didn't send any kites to Daddy-o, Laddy-o, and Spook, even semi-annually, but Kamusafi said Mohamed was tight with J.C., and as long
as God, Allah, or whatever name people called God was number 1, well then everything was cool.
I still learned a bunch of "Camel Jockey" jokes, and Kamusafi was sort of at a disadvantage because Persians didn't have a bunch of American Hippie
jokes, but after smoking an unmentionable substance Linnaeus classified because he was big on hanging his L on just about everything, Kamusafi decided
hippies were funny enough just to watch, no dialog needed, but he had some great jokes about black people, which caused the hippies to hate him, even
though the only black guy they knew was Jimi Hendrix, so Kamusafi decided he was tired of balling hippie chicks, and I was ready for a change of scene
myself, so I went and signed up with a very friendly outfit called the U.S.M.C., told Kamusafi I'd come see him someday, and he promised to look me
up in 10 years or so, and so off we went to seek adventure. The first thing I learned was that recruiters lie. Then I learned that D.I.s' are
incapable of speaking unless they were screaming. You know why Marines are fearless? Cause they'd rather die than explain getting injured to anybody
ranked Sgt or higher. Anyway, I was such a screw-up I survived half my tour in a job where life expectancy was 27 minutes in combat, so they kicked me
into a lot better job...I got to grow my hair out, dress up like a hippie photographer, and wander around countries we were not in. I had dreams of
balling Jane Fonda, but it didn't work out since I was in a little known part of China, and Chuckie didn't get no U.S.O., especially in that part of
China, which made sense since even Chicom Meowers didn't go there, but a monk told me a joke about Mexicans. We laughed. I've told the same joke to
Mexicans and they love it, of course ethnic jokes are racist and hate, but everybody hated everybody else but "loved the one you're with".Everybody
loved Cat Steven's music but we never thought about him being a Muslim..."Peace train holy rolling." Somehow even Moonshadow didn't seem to carry
any secret "hate Americans because of their freedom" messages, and even though we know Cheech is really Iranian I really have a hard time hating the
cat, but I suppose it is my duty if not my nature.
What I'm getting at is this;Everybody is a hater.
It''s okay. Hate stereotypes, people of other beliefs, races, and folks in general are hard to hate if you are pals with em.
Just hate the ones you don't know like everybody else, it's good clean fun, and the possibilities are endless!