The confederate flag and what changed my mind

When the issue of the confederate flag recently came back in the spotlight, I was on the side of those defending the freedom to fly it. It’s a part of U.S. history that shouldn’t be forgotten (but not because it’s anything to be proud of when it comes to race relations). There is so much more to “The South” than slavery and racism and all the stuff we hear in the news about what the flag may or may not represent.

On a trip from Tennessee to Missouri I saw these 2 trucks and snapped a few pictures. DSC09259 DSC09260 DSC09311 DSC09312With plenty of time in the car I tried to put myself in the place of those asking for the flag’s removal, mostly black people as far as I know. And it worked. The scenario I imagined was my nieces living in a city where they were mistreated for decades. Over time, most people there were awakened to what equality is, treating others as they’d want to be treated, and realizing they were wrong about my nieces being less than them. So this city had a flag and even after the renewed respect in the city, some still flew the flag representing the outdated actions of the city’s inhabitants. My blood boiled and then I understood. To my nieces, this flag is a reminder of their mistreatment.

In America, it’s not about north or south (both sides had slaves). It’s not even about preserving history (although if we forget it, we’ll repeat it). It’s about people.

The conclusion to my hypothetical scenario and the real-life conflict we’re in today is this: People are more important than things. People are more important than flags. If it comes down to respecting your neighbor, try to understand where they’re coming from and make the choice that elevates the person above tradition.

-Out of the Wilderness

Hail, hail I love Judah

It’s a classic case of misheard lyrics. The song was this one: In college, a friend of mine was certain the lyrics were “Hail, hail, I love Judah” when it was actually “Hail, hail, Lion of Judah.” We laughed about that a lot which is sort of the point of this post. A lot of times misheard lyrics are more fun than the real lyrics. At the very least it can keep making you laugh, because even to this day, 15 years after college, I laugh about her singing I love Judah.

For a current case of misheard lyrics on the Bruno Mars song Uptown Funk, click here.

It’s so hot, I go to hot yoga classes for a cool down

It’s getting hot in hurrr, so take off all your clothes.

Thanks Nelly. Those lyrics could not be more literal in my house the past couple of days because the air-conditioning won’t turn on. Now, I haven’t actually stripped down to my birthday suit yet, at least not for a lengthy amount of time. But it’s hot. How hot? So hot even my oven is like, “Seriously?” How hot? So hot I go to hot yoga classes for a cool down. It’s so hot! How hot? So hot even Monday woke up with a case of the Mondays!

It’s supposed to be fixed today but you know how that goes. The fixer guy had a 2 hour window to get here and that ended 30 minutes ago. If only they were Domino’s, I’d get it for free now! Heck, I might even call Domino’s and tell them they can cook their pizzas here. How hot is it? So hot it’s not delivery, it’s DiGiorno, and I cooked it just by taking it out of the freezer.

-Out of the Wilderness

Walking away from bad accident

My neighbor recently rolled her Scion xB. This picture doesn’t do it justice but the thing is torn up bad! She said something came out into the road causing her to swerve into a ditch, going around 45mph. She was stuck upside down, the seat belt holding her in place. Once the paramedics cut the belt, she stood up with only a scratch on her hand and a few bruises. She said Heaven wasn’t ready for her yet, so yeah, this was a miracle. I’m so glad she’s alright because she and her husband are great neighbors to me and my dogs!
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-Out of the Wilderness