without laughter there's no insight and no growth. I've often thought that comedians at the height of their talents are also healers and philosophers. Actors, artists, writers and performers can also be healers and philosophers and in some cases therapists that heal rooms full of people, even if its just for a few hours. Those two hours can be all a person needs to get perspective and be drawn into a greater awareness of the human condition.
This blog, well, so far, its mainly about work here and the occasional personal reflection. Instead today I'm appalled that prop 8 is even on a ballot, let alone gaining the support it has. I was equally stunned by the bear baiting that went on at McCain/Palin rallies, the hate speech against Obama, the lies, the smears.
I could talk about civil rights, human rights and dignity until I'm blue in the face.
Instead, I'm just posting a poem which was powerful then and as relevant than now.
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I was not a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
© Pastor Martin Niemöller 1976