Belief Stands While Hatred Lurks

In the past few years of keeping a blog, and flickering certain posts on and off due to waves of doxing, and of flames and hate emails from angry snowflakes – I’ve learned a few things.

I have learned that the truest believers, the devoutly faithful, of the snowflake church of Tolerance and Civil Liberties will often fall back on the same old world tactics of burning heretics at the stake.

I have learned that the mildest, meekest, most “open minded” of us all has a vile stomach full of bile for those who won’t bow to their beliefs.

I have learned that the mainstream media “truths” about this country are a blanket, under which lays people who still believe in common sense and decency.   In freedom, and in fairness.

I have learned that there are those who simply will not be reasoned with.   They want to be in a constant state of victim-hood.   They simply will not live otherwise – and it’s a waste of energy to try.

I have learned that the loudest voices will rarely confront you to your face.   They will slink off onto their own stage and cast arrows against you rather than stand on an even ground and speak their mind. 

I have learned that anonymous stabs and doxing are the tools of choice for those who don’t have the words or the wisdom to stand and make intelligent discourse.

I have learned that there are still women who will stand for the rights of men, even in the face of abuse hurled from their own gender’s turrets. 

I have learned that both the trans and BDSM communities are not to blame for the hateful actions of a few – that like most communities, they produce extremists at a higher rate than moderates.  

I have learned that a book truly never reflects the simplicity of its cover – three of the most intelligent and thought provoking voices I’ve heard come from adult ‘porn’ actresses. 

I have learned that the young have voices worth hearing.  Another of those voices comes from a young Youtube blogger, who hasn’t even shed her Valley Girl mannerisms yet. 

I have learned that people will always gather ‘round the campfire in tolerance, if you make enough jokes about politicians and pee.

I have learned that there is maturity and humor still in the world, on both sides of the battle lines – although it is fast becoming a rare commodity.

I have learned that sometimes offending one group of people with writing is the only way to get another group to sit back and think about their own beliefs.

And I’ve learned that the mature stand up and speak with you – while haters hide behind anonymity and a keyboard to tear you down.

Belief stands.   Hatred lurks. 

That’s what I’ve learned so far.