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A Modest Proposal. . .


Not sure who the artist behind this particular illustration was, but his work seems highly apt for today, don't you think?

 

Here's a modest proposal for November 04, 2020.  Let's do our damnedest to preserve those few remaining vestiges of the humanity, humility, decency, and restraint left to us.  Let's also include honesty (with others and ourselves), empathy, kindness, compassion, forbearance, civility, grace, a bit of polite decorum, tolerance, good sportsmanship, and honor as part of the equation.  None are easy, and I suppose that is just one reason these characteristics and practices have taken such a beating in recent decades.  Aren't we better than that though?  Wait.  Don't say anything.  The cynic in me suggests that I know the real answer already.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. CharlottesvilleNovember 5, 2020 at 8:33 AM

    Good thoughts, Heinz-Ulrich. Our hearts may not be better than those of the brawling, whining mass that we see around us, but we should aspire to do better than to follow our worst impulses. I lived in Washington in the 80s and 90s, and political issues were a constant topic, but I had (and still have) friends on both sides of the Republican/Democrat, Left/Right divide, and we were able to talk and socialize and enjoy each others company not just with civility, but with real pleasure and friendship despite fundamental disagreements. That seems to be almost a lost art today. I hope it comes back in fashion.

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  2. WSTKS-FM WorldwideNovember 5, 2020 at 4:27 PM

    Agreed, Charlottesville. Agreed. We probably should not hold our collective breath though.

    Best Regards,

    H-U

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