Sunday Poser #99- 9/25/22

I compare myself to no one. Each day I count my blessings and set my sights on being a better version of myself.
There’s always room for improvement, IMHO.
I struggle, though, with trying to remain tolerant of others while feeling the need to ‘speak up’ in the face of evil and wrongdoing. The phrase “In order for evil to flourish it requires good men to do nothing.” looms large in my heart.
On a personal level, I try to be kind, forgiving, and tolerant and I save my ‘speaking out’ for topics, ideologies, and policies. I can ‘love’ individual people but in no way feel that I have any requirement to approve of their actions or philosophies.
I can be influenced by well-reasoned arguments, but I can never be bought, shamed or intimidated into doing (or believing in) anything I feel is unethical or immoral. Ultimately this makes me sometimes sound opinionated and/or intolerant of those who believe ‘making waves’ is ‘hate’ and uniform compliance is ‘kindness’.
With all due respect, I don’t allow the opinions of others to define me or threaten me, because I never lose sight of my faithfulness to God and being able to live with myself.
As far as forgiving myself, here’s a song I taught my day care kids many years ago. I still live by it. Enjoy!

Six Sentence Story- video- Justice Denied

OOPS_ I grabbed an old prompt. Oh well, this is my story.

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I’d never been cross-ways to the law that’s why my concealed carry pistol permit processed easily and without delay.
It was the Fourth of July, so I dressed for my trip in an American flag t-shirt and my Make America Great Again baseball cap.
I was half way to the fairground celebration when steam started flooding from the hood on the highway so I took the first exit to find a garage ending up in downtown Seattle before I could find one that was open on the holiday.
Relieved, and since I’d never been there, I set out on foot to tour the city, while my car was being serviced, when out of nowhere, a gang of young men surrounded me and threatened to kill me because of my race and attire!
In a blur, one of them lay dead at my feet with a knife still folded in his fist, but thankfully, I noticed two security cameras nearby that would corroborate my clear self-defense case for the police.
After questioning, and a hospital visit to treat my abrasions, (and the severe anxiety of the event), I was arrested – no video would ever be produced in my murder defense because the DA claimed there were multiple ‘technical difficulties’.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- Nasty Ned

Today’s prompt— Write a poem using “bury hatchets under buried bodies”

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There’s nothin’ good that could be said
’bout the man called Nasty Ned.
Today he passed to the town’s relief,
Without a smidgen bit of grief.
He’d settle scores for evil men,
And kilt for pleasure, now and then.
He lived with ‘hate’, and learnt it well,
Heard Satan’s closed Ned’s path to Hell.

It ain’t no surprise a killer was he,
He growed a beard by age of three.
His outlaw clan was called the Shoddies,
Who’d bury hatchets under buried bodies.
He kilt his nanny and neighbors too,
And now he’s dead at thirty-two.

We’re thrilled he never fathered a son,
Come celebrate with us at one!

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge June 28, 2021 | Go Dog Go Café (