My too often nonsensical and forever unenlightened reflections on people and life and everything else I understand as well as I understand everything else. Not well at all, in other words. Love thy neighbor, is my motto. Unless something better comes along. Make sure to say so when you find it.
This is what progress looks like. No matter what your grandma told you.
Homeboys Industries make the American press corps look like the Special Olympics.
And it facilitates responsibility and is real progress in a way that no ideology or political party or religious affiliation or any other group even comes close to demonstrating.
The heart of it:
Compassion. With a big C, motherfucker.
The only road to honest courage. You big sissy.
And those who tell you otherwise are liars, liars, pants on fire.
I just have to share this because I've enjoyed the shit out of this ad. And it's sparked a lot of interesting class discussion.
The campaign is all kinds of crazy consumerism. But it's a good time and sweet as all shit, you gotta admit. The future is gangster, baby.
Jesus, as I remember, talked about loving everyone. Not just the poor. Or the rich. Or the saints. Or the sinners. And he certainly didn't say a damn thing about jailing, or threatening, or shaming everyone in sight. In fact, I'm pretty sure his message was about loving people and not casting stones.
Do you got what it takes to take responsibility and love thy neighbor?
If not, perhaps you can just enjoy the tight beats.
Maybe drink with your pinkie up, every once in awhile, like the rest of my crew.