Sunday Sermon [When Doves Cry]

Hola mi Gente,
First Hill-Billy Clinton, and now Barry Obama are attempting to brow beat the rabble in order to get them in line. Barry has no business checking the Black Lives Matter movement, especially seeing as his former top aide and now Chicago mayor, Rahm Emmanuel, who most likely colluded to hide crucial evidence in a police execution in Chicago. Oh, yeah, then there’s the Chicago police operating an off-the-books interrogation house rendering Americans unable to be found by family or attorneys while locked inside what lawyers say is the domestic equivalent of a CIA black site.

And we’re supposed to stop “yelling”? And what, go to the table got get what Obama got by groveling to the GOP? You know, like 95% of the wealth generated since the Great Recession to the richest 1%? Fuck you, Obama.

The following is an adaption of sorts of a Buddhist teaching story I heard many years ago…

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When Doves Cry

 

A pair of doves, male and female, decided to share a nest together. In autumn, when the nuts were ripe, they worked hard to gather them and fill their nest. After some time, however, the nuts dried up and shrank. This caused them to take less space and give the appearance that there was less — filling up only half the space.

Well, when the male dove noticed this, he got pissed off and said, “After all that hard work we went through gathering these nuts and now you’ve gone and eaten half of them you greedy slob!”

The female dove, hurt by the accusation, answered, “I didn’t eat them! All the nuts are here, they’ve just become smaller.”

The male dove could not be persuaded and he became even more furious. “If you didn’t eat them,” he said, “then why are there less?! Don’t get all brand new on me, bitch!” Then in his rage, he pecked at the female dove with his sharp beak until she was dead.

Several days passed and a heavy rain fell, then nuts got wet, reconstituted, filled up, and again there was a full nest of nuts. When the male dove saw this, he was ashamed and thought, “She didn’t eat them after all. I killed her for no reason.”

Throughout the forest, you could hear his cries of grief, “Where are you, where have you gone?”

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There are many among us who are lost in a cloud of confusion. They pursue pleasure as if it could last forever and don’t understand that life — by its very nature — is impermanent. People often do as they please, in the process breaking important boundaries and prohibitions, and later they feel remorse and grief. What purpose does that achieve? They are like the dove that mistakenly killed his mate.

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…

 

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