“It’s a large waiting room…” As I wrote this the door
opened and an ultrasound tech called my name.
The tragedy in Fort Lauderdale was being reported
as I went in. X-ray this morning; two ultrasounds this
afternoon. Then I went a few blocks away to their
other facility for my next exam. Fort Lauderdale was
still on. Few watched it earlier. Maybe they thought
if they didn’t watch it, it would go away. I could tell
the anxiety level in the room was high. People are
afraid. The staff was busy doing staff things.
Talking about staff, when I walked up to check in
for this exam, I noticed the name on her ID was the
same as a younger check-in person at my first stop
this morning. Odd name. So, I told her that. She
chuckled, “She is my daughter!” What are the odds
of that? On the table for my second ultrasound; this
time, to figure out what the tubular thing is that
appeared in my armpit. All done. Waiting for the
doctor to come in. I counted the floodlights in the
ceiling. Nine. The door opened. The doctor and the
tech came in. They took turns running the ultrasound
dilly-bobber. The doctor looks at me. “You can
sit up,” she said, “In 35 years, I’ve never seen
anything like this.” In doctor speak, I have “a partially
thrombosed superficial vein in the axilla.” In human
speak, I have a small unthreatening clot in a vein
that appeared from nowhere at the top of my armpit.
My non-medical two-cents: “The cure may be worse
than the problem. Leave it alone.” Chances are, if I
ignore the vein, it won’t go away. Chances are, if we
ignore the tragedy at Fort Lauderdale, it won’t go
away. Society doesn’t become peaceful or stay
free by allowing hatred to go free, to run rampant.
A void of leadership has been filled with hatred of
all kinds including reverse race discrimination. It is
an attack on all levels of society brought to you by
the same people who believe in PC (political
correctness) that does far more damage than global
warming ever will. Come on people, wake up! Golden
Globes big mouth is the hot news today; Fort
Lauderdale is no longer front-page news; disappeared
in main media. (Truth is, I started this post last Friday,
but I had so many medical tests, I needed a break.)
Even so, the truth remains. Our society, our way of
life is at risk because hatred of all kinds is condoned
by our society (leadership and “the people”). If anyone
hates me because I am white (or am a Jew) it is just as
hateful as hatred of any other kind. Our society is so
sick we have allowed hatred to become acceptable.
God hates pride most of all. For good reason. Making
hate a crime does not rid the world of hate. Mankind
cannot enforce what can only be changed by God’s
finished Work on the Cross. If you pray for God to
intervene, note that He already has. (Beware of the
coming wrath of God that will take care of both
hatred and pride once and for all.)
(I almost left the above verse off, but I hate hate.
Stupid Hollywood, take note. The proud and famous
take note. My “take note” list is far longer in my anger
than appears here. Lunch break helped assuage my
anger toward the Entitled who demonstrate the
epitome of pride by thinking they have the right to
hate anyone.) How ignorant we are to think being
Entitled entitles one to hate. Because Jesus died on
the Cross we don’t get what we deserve.
(That would be death.)
Okay. Lunch helped. But I’m still angry. I served twenty
years in the Army because I vowed I would never be
put in a “concentration camp.” Little did I know that
I would live long enough to see countries that I love
allow or encourage its citizens to adopt a “concentration
camp” mentality toward all others.
“Others” here is defined as anyone who isn’t like the
haters who are arrogant, prideful, and hateful toward
all others. The Book of Revelation ends this way:
He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am
coming quickly.” Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)