I will never see a Robin Williams movie, an interview, or a stand-up without a tear in my eye. He made me laugh, he made me cry, he made me feel anger and he made me feel hope, all behind a mask paper-thin. He reveled in the joy of others, while in his heart he felt so alone. How few knew his hidden hurts? I feel the absence of this great man and am saddened that his joie de vivre was only a mask he used to protect us all.
My morning trek to the daily grind found me hearing about Charlie Kirk. I thought about the demands he made upon his audience; that they think his way, act his way, love his way, pray his way. Somehow those who think differently are more than a target for his former speeches, we have become enemies of our own government.
Again, I don’t want to see anyone hurt. But, what about those he made to feel alone?
What about those he made to feel hated? What about those he told ‘You don’t matter’? What about those he accused of horrible motives, intentions to commit crimes, just because they were different?
Why is crass, abusive, hateful, prejudiced, and violent words and actions acceptable to anyone? Why is it cheered in certain circles?
I have every right to be angry at those who sling abuse for political expediency. I have every right to be angry at those who whip the easily led mob into denying others their rights to be genuine, their hopes to feel love, their need for happiness. I’m so tired, so very tired of the justification, the hypocrisy, the gleeful ruination.
I so miss the promise of the 70’s. Change was supposed to come. I bought into the hype, only to see that the very fight continue. Maybe it’s not the era, maybe it’s just something in us that makes people keep doing this to each-other. I want to believe differently.
I dedicate this to my beautiful brother.
Randy
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He always seemed to be running away from himself. The one liners, the self-deprecating jokes, the giddyness was like a mask he wore to hide what was going on inside. And unlike so many ‘comedians” he could not only do stand up, he could take on serious roles that made you weep…
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Hi Judy. Yes he was in a place he did not want to be so created the places he did want to be and in doing so he made the world better for everyone. Too bad it never helped him as he helped us. Hugs
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This is a beautiful and truthful post. You have a great grasp of people’s inner self.
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Hi Mystic Dreamer. Randy does at that. He is a grand wonderful person. Hugs
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thanks for your support
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Hi Randy. Thank you my wonderful grand brother. I just sat here and cried as I listened to the song. I don’t feel able to carry myself right now, how can I ask anyone else to carry me. Every line you wrote seems so important to me. But this stands out to me. I have every right to be angry at those who whip the easily led mob into denying others their rights to be genuine, their hopes to feel love, their need for happiness. I’m so tired, so very tired of the justification, the hypocrisy, the gleeful ruination. and Why is crass, abusive, hateful, prejudiced, and violent words and actions acceptable to anyone? Why is it cheered in certain circles? I have tried so hard to champion others as a way to move myself beyond the past. But now I think the past is winning. I am stuck in a place in my mind, a place I never wanted to be, a place I can’t ever seem to leave. No matter how far or fast I run I can’t outrun the memories or the feelings. I can’t contain them and have no way to remove them. My head is too small to hold them and yet they are too big to escape. I feel like a mouse on a wheel running as fast as possible and yet I stay in the same place. Hugs and loves.
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