I want to tell you about knitted socks and running from zombies (so fun) and homemade blackberry toaster pastries. I’d love to share with you my thoughts about mending pillowcases and Flannery O’Connor and Will Arnett, soccer games and swimming pools and state parks.
But my mind has been traveling darker and more slippery paths. I have no intention at the moment to ever flesh these out in written form, but here are some of the some of the weirder places my imagination has been visiting. Maybe you can do something with them.
Why are there so many Confederate flags on display here in western New York State?
Why do people say that a school district is “bad” when what they really mean is that it has a high immigrant population?
And why are there failing school districts anyway? If so many people are so keen for equality, then why should districts within the same state, the same county be unequally funded?
When will Christians admit that their lives are less than holy, that they don’t measure up to the standards they believe in?
If women make up half of the earth’s population, more or less, why do they allow themselves to be oppressed, excluded, beaten, tortured, enslaved? The people have the power, right? I wish an army of Amazons would go kick Boko Haram’s ass.
Whatever happened to nuance? To shades of gray? To being able to see some merit in the arguments of your opponent?