I don’t know about your town, but in my town, these little signs are popping up all over, admonishing us that “Hate Has No Business Here.” The yard sign version says “Hate Has No Home Here.”
Now, why would you need these signs unless you thought the town was chock-full of “haters” in need of your instruction?
Entering the YMCA today, I saw one of those signs on the door. So I asked at the desk: “What is ‘hate’?” They didn’t know. They were embarrassed. They directed me to their supervisor. After some hemming and hawing, she revealed (1) “Oh, the Chamber of Commerce gave us those signs to put up” and (2) “It’s just about everybody being kind and welcoming to everybody else.”
“Who hasn’t been doing that?” I asked.
“Well, you know!”
“No, I don’t. Tell me.”
“Um, it’s like, well, people in the parking lot angrily honking at each other because they want a parking space.”
I don’t think mere obstreporating ought to qualify as “hate,” but by now I realized I wasn’t going to get any answers more coherent than that.
Somebody else asked me why I didn’t like the signs. “It’s too Red China/Big Brother for me,” I said. “Especially when nobody can explain what they mean by ‘hate.’ Are they trying to get rid of a basic human emotion? Or is it Democrat-speak for ‘Thou shalt not vote for Trump’? I don’t like a bunch of faceless liberals telling me how I ought to behave–especially when they themselves have been spouting real, hot hate non-stop since Election Night.”
Now I wonder what will happen if I ask them if I can put up a “John 3:16” sign somewhere on the premises of what is formally known as the Young Men’s Christian Association.
What do you want to bet they’ll say no?
What constitutes as “hate” can sometimes be subjective, because no one has the ability to peer into a person’s soul. And more often than not it’s used as an excuse to silence anyone who disagrees with their point of view. Sounds like something worth bringing up at your city council meeting.
If you knew the kind of leftid losers running this town, you’d know it would be a waste of time. I learned my lesson when I questioned the library board. A bunch of cultural marxists.
LOL. I’m laughing at the thought of my thoroughly democrat-entrenched city council showing up for such a meeting wearing rainbow colors and carrying KKK-like pitchforks.
In the minds of liberals, the love that Jesus taught is the ultimate form of hate. To them, hate is anything they aren’t in control of.
“To them, hate is anything they aren’t in control of.” True. They labor under the delusion that the hate they spew is under their control and not under the control of their hate-monger puppetmasters. Those who protest the most, hate the most, including themselves and fear being out of control, not knowing that it’s because they ARE out of control that they are BEING controlled. BLM, antifa, disrupt20 and the rest of these groups all have leaders that aid, encourage and in some cases fund their insane behavior. At what point does one of them realize this?
Basically, this comes down to cult behavior. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about a quirky religion or a group of people that share a strictly secular belief system, as soon as the belief system becomes larger than reality the behavior of adherents becomes cultish.
BTW, cults are not created by their founders; it is the behavior of the adherents that makes the difference.
“What do you want to bet they’ll say no?” After they violently beat you to a pulp and curse Jesus, they’ll sue you for being a violent hatephobic. Worse, if it got to court they’d win. The sign of the times is the sin of the times.
“My city has rainbow street signs” – true, and a title for a story i’d like to write, if I had the courage to say what I really want to say…
Don’t let the Southern Poverty Lie Center catch you.
You gave me my laugh for the day with this one, Lee.
If you first brought your sign to the Chamber of Commerce to hand deliver to the YMCA, you would probably not be met with a great deal of enthusiasm, at which point you could claim your right to equal time.
This could really get hilarious.
I loved the YMCA growing up – Y-Indian Guides, Hi-Y Club (I was Pres.), YMCA camp and caravans, and a great swimming pool. Today when people hear the phrase “YMCA” they think of the gay singing group Village People.
“Welcoming and affirming…”
No, thanks.