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by OPOVV, ©2015

Salman Rushdie’s 1988 book, “The Satanic Verses,” was considered blasphemous by some Muslims, who called for the assassination of Rushdie

(May 13, 2015) — Childhood. The lazy days of summer. Strange, isn’t it, though, that the older one gets, the faster time seems to fly by. They say it’s because of memory, that the more memories one has, time, in a relative manner, speeds up.  Santa Claus’s knowledge that a two-year-old misbehaved in June is a meaningless threat, but that same threat posed to a six-year-old may actually possess a deterrent factor.

Childhood, through which each of us must pass in order to survive in the adult world, involves nursery rhymes, many of which have a basis in fact, such as “Ring around the rosie, all fall down,” which tells the story of the Black Death that once infected with the telltale red ring, killing swiftly.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words will never hurt me.”

This is a good lesson to learn while young or else everyone would be in a perpetual war with everyone else.

I don’t know how it started, but in my school if you wore yellow on a Thursday you were “queer.” Of course, none of us knew what a “queer” was; we just didn’t want to be singled out for whatever reason. Perhaps it was a lesson in conformity or mob rule.

Hopefully, the older one becomes, the more wisdom one acquires, but we know that certainly isn’t the case nowadays, because just look at our National Debt. Why, anyone with even limited wisdom would know that a successful business carries no debt. I once took a business course in college where the professor tried to explain that carrying debt was a positive, and that’s when I learned to just answer (on the exam) the question the way it was taught and not make waves if you wanted a good grade.

Getting back on topic, another life lesson one should pick up while an impressionable little kid is to actually learn that “names will never hurt me.”  Let’s say I have a dog, and I love him dearly. My friends say he’s the ugliest dog ever; it makes them sick to look at him. It doesn’t bother me, or my dog, now, does it? Of course not. So I decide not to attack my friends. I learned that words are just words and not bottles, rocks, or bullets.

Let’s say you drive the one car that the whole world describes as “truly ugly” and people tell you so. So all the Yugo owners decry “Death to Yugo bashers!”? Of course not.

Let’s say you believed in the Hale-Bopp “spaceship” flying past earth and people make fun of your beliefs. They say it’s too bad you didn’t join them. Maybe so, but one doesn’t become unglued about it or threaten to kill people.

In the world of mature adults, we become concerned whenever a specific group goes bananas over something so trivial as to make us question the sanity of the “unglued.” We remember life’s lessons; we grew up; it was we who moved on and went our merry way to fight the meaningful fights in life, the fights that consist of the real bullets and not something as trivial as hot air and words.

The fact that Pamela Geller and Salman Rushdie, purveyors of words, have received death threats, is indicative of the “Lessons of Life” not learned in childhood by a specific group.

Semper Fi


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