Living With Blind Sheep

My dad taught me to stay informed, to read, to ask, to weigh. He taught me critical thinking. He taught me that we are all equal. He taught me to respect others and their choices. He taught me that we all start out on an even playing field.

He taught me what 'real' ethics and values were, not just the pretend "Sunday-go-to-church" values. He taught me that being able to quote the bible was not as important as living what the book is trying to teach.

He taught me that history will repeat itself it we don't stay alert and aware.

He taught me that if I bury my head in the sand I will choke to death.

I really wish he hadn't done all of that. I wish he taught me to be a blind follower and not to ask questions and demand answers. 

I wish he had taught me to kick a man when he is down, that starving children are not my responsibility, that women are not equal to men but just objects to be used and discarded. 

I wish he hadn't taught me that affirmative action is not just a legal term but a way of life.

I wish he hadn't taught me that a lie is a lie is a lie, no matter how many people believe it.

It would make these days so much easier if my dad wasn't such a good man. 

Then I could just...