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We blond, blue-eyed lovers of liberty: right?

However much it damages our cheap jokes, we know that blonds are neither brighter nor more stupid than the rest of us unless, of course, they are artificial blonds.  Why would you want blond hair with dark roots?  Or black hair with gray roots?  


We do know, don't we, that all terrorists are Muslim, probably with beards and brown eyes.  Except when they are blond and blue-eyed.  And maybe Norwegian.  


Anders Behring Breivik just blew up a part of Oslo, Norway, and shot almost a hundred young people at a summer camp:  twice, when he could, just to make sure.  He hated Muslims, left-wing politicians, probably because they allowed brown-eyed, Muslim people to live in Norway.  


I don't want to make clever comments about blonds or Muslims or fundamentalist religious people.  Another hundred people have died for ideology.  Thousands of Iraqis and Afganis and soldiers from around the world have done so, too.  It is enough to cause one to look up what the Hundred Year War between Catholics and Protestants was about.  Or the Troubles in Ireland.  The hopeless mess between the Palestinians and Israelis.  The wars in Vietnam and Korea.  India and Pakistan.  And, on a less physical, but no less intolerant level, what the Tea Party is a result of.  


Government is evil!  Blow it up, actually, or economically.  Or that paying for our common life is awful:  schools, pensions, health care, unemployment!  But maybe wars are OK!


Here in our house, we have a cat with a screw loose.  Every now and then, she bites me.  I am trying to get used to it.  Orphan is brindle, not blond and blue-eyed.  Not Muslim.  Not Norwegian.  Just a crazy cat with a loose screw.  Like some Muslims.  Like some Norwegians.  Like some Tea Party people waving Nazi posters.  Like some of the rest of us.


We are the people who say we hate government, hate taxes, hate politicians.  We are the ones who turn them loose with guns.  We listen to Rush Limbaugh rant about women, liberals, immigrants, taxes, and conspiracies.  We listen to the Birthers blather on about Obama being born in Kenya, about him not being a loyal American, about him being Black, and not blond and blue-eyed like us.  


Right?  

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  1. SmileyJuly 24, 2011 at 2:05 PM

    I fear the only way the world would be at peace would be if we were identical, truly equal grey blobs.

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