Have you ever been proud of some special achievement in your life? Perhaps it was something you did on your own, or perhaps you worked with others to bring a project to fruition.
Have you ever gotten something off your chest and felt the relief? I'm talking about an act you committed, large or small, that was eating away at you, leaving you all balled up in regret and guilt.
When our Founding Fathers started this country, they put certain rights into place to protect the citizens of a new nation. These guys were pretty bright and they set up a system that included things like Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religion, Freedom to Assemble and Freedom of the Press.
Hollywood, my hometown, is all about tolerance… as long as it fits “their” agenda. Pro-choice, green initiatives, gay rights, gender correctness—you name it. And I personally have no issue with any of these things.
One of the most uplifting things about the human experience is when people suffering unimaginable loss choose to channel their grief and pain into something so constructive that it outshines the tragedy. A recent article I came across served as a reminder of this, and as an inspiration.
It is then up to the rest of us, the majority of people, the decent folk who choose to live in harmony with our fellow human beings, regardless of their creed, to stop the rhetoric from going any further.
To discriminate against a minority religion is to discriminate against any and all religion. Think about it for a moment—every religion is a minority religion somewhere.
Every Christmas I watch It’s a Wonderful Life with my family. It’s become a holiday tradition. Ninety-four percent of critics liked it on Rotten Tomatoes . The other 6 percent are miserable bastards.