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Saturday, August 6, 2016

I Love Amerikans

Last year about this time I climbed my 60th 14,000 foot peak.  I wrote a blog post about that experience entitled "Confessions of a Peak Bagger, Part 1."  In that blog post I wrote about my time climbing Culebra Peak in southern Colorado with my wife and a dear friend.  A couple of days ago an Anonymous person posted a comment on that post.  He was not pleased with the things I had written there and had some opinions about me he believed were important to share.  If you want to read the post and his comments, go here.
In the course of telling me what a generally rotten person I am (which, by the way,  I cannot disagree with) Mr. Anonymous also made the comment that he believes I "hate Americans."  I found that comment to be most puzzling since I have not consciously attempted to drive home any point about my feelings towards my fellow Amerikans in this blog.  I wondered where Mr. Anonymous got the information that drove him to that conclusion when I realized he came to that deduction after reading what was then one of my end quotes on the blog.  This is what the end quote said, "I believe it is fair to say that Amerikans are some of the most insular, most uncompassionate, most hateful, most selfish and most barbaric people to have ever populated the face of the earth. Amerikans routinely turn a blind eye and a cold shoulder to the enormous amount of human suffering that they have created in the world. Then, when a tiny little event takes place on Amerikan soil, they cry out for vengeance and demand retribution. That is the way it is when people are citizens of an empire. They come to expect special treatment. They come to believe, as our King informed us last Sunday night, that they are 'exceptional.' They come to believe that everyone outside the empire is inferior. And they come to believe that only Amerikan lives matter."  That quote was from a writer I respect very much called the Mad Welshman.  He was writing in a post entitled "Only Amerikan Lives Matter."  You can read that post here
Now I found it most interesting that after reading the above comment Mr. Anonymous accused me of hating Amerikans when he had this to say about some of his fellow Amerikan citizens, "Your ability and lifetime’s accomplishment are trivialized by the like-kind accomplishments of so many countless fat, uneducated, ill-bred, impatient, unappreciative American barbarians in their running shoes, ball caps, and Gortex gear."  I guess it is possible to love people and, at the same time, consider them to be fat, uneducated, ill-bred, impatient, unappreciative and barbaric.  I don't know how that can be done but Mr. Anonymous apparently does it all the time.  Oh, and lest I forget, Mr. Anonymous also called me a hypocrite.  I am not an expert on the matter but I believe a hypocrite is someone who accuses another person of doing something that he believes is immoral that is also precisely what he is doing at the same time.  Is that right?
I am thankful for Mr. Anonymous' comments because they got me to thinking....do I really hate Amerikans?  Make no mistake, I hate Amerika.  Go here for the post in which I give you ten reasons why I hate Amerika.   I would be happy to debate any of those points in great detail.  But do I really hate Amerikans in general?  That answer to that question is also yes, I certainly do.  I can come up with a list of categories of Amerikans that I hate in general.  I hate Amerikan homosexuals.  I hate Amerikan transvestites.  I hate God-hating Amerikan career politicians.  I hate all of those who hate the God of the Bible.  I hate those who hate Christians.  I hate perverts, sadists, jerks, bozos, murderers, liars, thieves, socialists and some Yuppies.  There are many groups of people that I hate that I believe the Bible requires me to hate.
But do I hate Amerikans in particular?  That to me is the far more important question.  Do I hate the individuals with whom I brush elbows every day?  People always talk about how much they love their fellow man but then turn around and talk about how much they despise their neighbors.  It is easy to claim to love people in general.  The difficult thing to do is to love people in particular.  The answer to the question  as to whether I hate Amerikans in particular is a definitive "No!" I love lots of Amerikans.  In real life, and not as my alter-ego known as the Mad Welshman, I am often known as the "Doctor of Love."  People often spontaneously come up to me and tell he what a loving fellow I am.  So in the spirit of love that I exude so powerfully, let me tell you about some of the specific people I love so energetically.  All of the people I am going to tell you about today are Amerikans so if you want to attempt to make the case that I hate Amerikans you are going to have a tough case to make.  I am a lover, not a fighter.  I would rather sit down and have a drink with you than have an argument.  I would rather hike to the top of an alpine peak with you than throw rocks at you by the stream below.  I love a lot of Amerikans and hope to love a lot more before I die.  So without further ado, here is a short list of some of the Amerikans I love so much:
  • My wife is an Amerikan and I love her.  My wife is the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most sanctified and most loving woman I have ever known.  I am thankful for her every single day of my life.  She brings me great joy and happiness every day of my life.  So take it to the bank that there is at least one Amerikan that I love.
  • My kids managed to get all of the genes that came from their mama's side, except for one.  My kids were able to get the "love gene" from me.  As a result they are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most sanctified and most loving kids I have ever known.  I am thankful for them every day of my life.  
  • My brothers are Amerikans and I love them as well.  Do you remember the character from the old Get Smart television show known as "Simon the Likeable?"  Well that character was based upon my brothers.  I enjoy their company immensely and it is an honor to call them my brothers.
  • My in-laws are Amerikans and I love them.  You got that right.  I don't have the typical bad relationship with my in-laws that characterizes so many marriages in this God-hating country.  My in-laws are some of the most kind and generous people I have ever known and I love them for who they are.
  • I have over 350 customers.  As many of you know I operate a janitorial business.  I have been in business for decades and many of those 350 customers are long term friends.  With only a couple of exceptions it is fair to say that I love my customers.  I love working for them.  I love seeing them on the job.  I love talking with them while I work.  Many of them have gone beyond being customers and are now friends.  I have been to their homes.  I have celebrated births, graduations and weddings with them and, recently, I have had the privilege of attending more and more of their memorial services.  I love my customers.
  • I know hundreds of Christians, both inside and outside of my own church.  I love them all.  Many of them are dear friends.  We have shared experiences from both of life's extremes.  We have suffered together though enormous difficulties and we have rejoiced together in the abundance of life's pleasures and joys.  I love them all.
  • I love my neighbors.  Even though I live in a Yuppie neighborhood I have managed, through God's providence, to be surrounded by non-Yuppie neighbors.  My neighbors are fantastic.  We talk when we see each other.  We help each other out.  I have to get up early on snowy days to keep one of my neighbor's from plowing my sidewalk for me.  I have great neighbors and I love them.
  • I love the small number of people who take time out of their busy and hectic lives to write a comment and post it to my blog.  What good is a blog that nobody reads?  Although I never get to meet the people who write and tell me what I jerk I am, I love all of them and appreciate their efforts and participation in this little forum.
I could go on and on but I think you get the point.  I have not even started to tell you about that select group of people I consider to be my best friends.  They are amazing and I love them all.  If I had to I could probably sit down and write a list of names at least 1000 long of the people that I love, and all of them are Amerikans.  Well, almost all of them are Amerikans.  One of them is a crazy Russian but I love him despite that fact.  If you claim to love Amerika, as I don't, do you also claim to love the people who populate this land?  How long is your list?

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