Most of the creatures on this planet do not worry about poverty or unemployment or the price of crude oil. They don't care whether Donald Trump becomes President of the United States (God help us) or Hillary Clinton. Universal health care. Syrian refugees. Terrorism. The majority of the buzzing, flying, crawling residents of this little planet are oblivious to such things. For them, it's simply about survival: eating, resting, and breeding.
The word "parasite" has become a pejorative term. If I call a person a parasite, it's not because I consider that person particularly resilient or resourceful. I'm not marveling at his or her ability to survive in harsh conditions, making lemonade out of lemons, so to speak. No. In human terms, a parasite is somebody who profits from the misfortune of other human beings. Slumlords. Dictators. Republican presidential candidates.
I am not climbing onto my soapbox this evening. There are too many people on soapboxes right now in the United States. If everybody in the world looked out for each other--fed the hungry, clothed the naked, friended the friendless, loved the unloved--things like terrorism and bigotry and homophobia would be figments, phantoms. We wouldn't have to worry about refugees because there wouldn't be a need for refugees. No homeless shelters. No soup kitchens. No Republicans. No Democrats. No parasites.
As Dillard points out, the Creator of the universe loves diversity, all of the creepers and dancers and slitherers and flyers and dancers. Loves snakes and parasites, poets and politicians, Syrian refugees and illegal immigrants. The Creator loves all creation. Even Donald Trump.
Saint Marty needs to be reminded of that every once in a while. God's love does not discriminate.
|God loves him. God just wouldn't vote for him.|