So on point.
Monica Parker

I grew up in Casablanca & S.F., blissfully unaware and uncaring about racism, ethnocentrism, homophobia, and most “isms”. I dated girls of any race, got drunk & stoned with anyone, lived and partied anywhere where people were friendly, worked with people from nearly every culture and race, judging them by their actions alone. Eventually I grew to realize the immediacy of the hatred in the world, the crimes, the denials, exploitations etc. and was ashamed and very,very, sad. Humans hurt others in numberless ways, but hating because of an untruth is the most despicable error of them all. Our sinful natures are primal, and may be truly incorrigible. All I can say in my own defense is that I try not to live like that, but still feel responsible for supporting the criminal entities by my lust to survive. Life just isn't what it’s cracked up to be. If we're very fortunate we find some love and kindness, but mostly (unless one chooses self-delusion or substance addiction as a crutch) it’s a horror show every second. Surely,that’s why so many rely on dulling the senses somehow to escape the realities of mere existence. Alas, Babylon

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