Toxic Tongues

I remember as a little girl watching old western films with my dad. I idolised men like John Wayne and Gregory Peck for their foundation character and their willingness to die honoring their word. I strongly believe that this breed of men is slowly rotting away into the fabric of our imaginations. Soon they will be nothing more than a distant memory, or just a tall-tale mocked. Through the combination and progression of time, carelessness and "for the sake of advancement," the importance of our words have depreciated. Didn't we learn anything from "The Boy Who Cried Wolf?" You know, the kid who falsely cried for help from his fellow herdsman. When he really needed assistance, the memory of his laughing and mockery at their willingness to assist, kept the herdsman from his side when he was in desperate need of their help. We've traded true security for comfort. We've traded truth and honor for excuses and the "art of being tolerant." And that word, "tolerant..." makes me want to barf. Words use to be a declaration and mirror of one's soul; now-a-days we have to "read into" things and prepare for the worst. And if we're too trusting and take things at face value, we're stupid and should have known better. I've come to the conclusion that in this day and age, our words and promises are like mailers - cheap and disposable. Every once in a while there will be one worth keeping; of course if it's free or non-sacrificial. Isn't that sad...Looks to me like the world needs one of two things. One, to be taken over the knee of God and have a good hard spanking, or two, wake up from the promiscuous thought of phenomenal dimension, that we're all entitled to change our minds at the drop of a hat at everyone else's convenience. Or, we could cut the bull crap, and actually start to mean what we say. My hand's raised for the spanking people!