I collect nativities. (I admit that’s a strange hobby for someone who identifies as Hindu, but in my defense I am a strange person.)
Anyway, My mom got me this little figurine of a little snowman holding a little nativity, and I thought it was too cool not to share.
The first time the Klan came to our town, they were met with several hundred counter-protesters and people who just came to watch the show. They raged and shouted, and they all got their pictures in the paper. It was quite a ruckus.
But the second time they came, nobody much cared. They assembled on the courthouse steps, yelled for a little bit to empty streets, then scattered and went home.
They never came back a third time.
There are times when it’s important to stand up and be counted, times when it’s critical to make your voice heard, but there are other times when– almost counter-intuitively– the most powerful tool in your toolbox is apathy.
An excerpt from America’s Part in the World War by Richard J. Beamish, ©1919:
A name blazoned in letters of gold will live forever in American History: CHȂTEAU-THIERRY. Around it will cluster records of immortal valor, deeds of heroism that will to the end of time shed luster upon the American soldiers who there checked the tide of tyranny when it was at its flood.
Except that the battle has been forgotten, it didn’t live forever. All of those young men, on both sides, suffered and died and it didn’t make any difference at all, except their families missed them and they never got to grow old and enjoy families of their own.
Which, somewhat unexpectedly, leads to this poignant song by Motörhead:
Full lyrics HERE.
This one always cheers me up.
Doonesbury’s homepage is on the web HERE.