Truth without compassion equals brutality.

Sorry- my bad.

Coffee without cream equals blackness

Chickens without eggs equals weirdness

Cher without hair equals baldness

Sentences without punctuation equals confusion

Houses without windows equals craziness



That's fun! 

It is.

Shirts without pants equals arrested


Boobs without bras equals droopiness


Lumberyard without lumber equals yard


 

 Okay, you're hilarious!  



Shoes without socks equals stink.

Bagels without cream cheese equals dry.

Message boards without wackos equals boring.  

:-)

Can I play?




     Can without opener = pissed

     Middle school concert without ear plugs = torture

     Crack head without money = burglar

Ok, the crack head line made me choke on my dinner.  Hilarious!

OMG! The next thing you peeps are going to tell me is that Santa Claus isn't real.
 
Please don't shatter my fragile world. I can't handle the truth. It would be so brutal to say such a thing- I might run off into the woods and slit my wrists.

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The full saying as I have heard it goes "Compassion without honesty is sentimentality, but honesty without compassion is brutality" Compassion can be expressed in many ways and can be received/interpreted in many ways too... what one person perceives as lack of compassion may be perceived differently by another...it is very subjective...

Yesterday I was approached by a panhandler asking for money for food... he had his brown bag with his pint and had obviously chronic etoh issues he could hardly stand straight ... he said he was hungry and was asking for MONEY he wanted five dollars... I very compassionately told him NO ... I would give him no money but I could directed him a couple streets over where there was the soup kitchen and I could give him a card to an outreach center where he could get extra food and clothes ... he called me a ***** .. I kept on on my merry way  no sweat off my back ... I had no intention of feeding into his situation and further contribute to his intoxication.. he thought I had no compassion and prolly felt I was brutally harsh too ... when I saw security I told them of his whereabouts as he was perilously hobbling from the sidewalk to the street ... I know I gave him the best I had ... the direction to a place where he could get served a hot meal and the offer of a card to the place where he could get services,,and a referral to security where he could be taken to a safe place and not endanger himself further and others ... brutal compassion but compassion nonetheless...

Growing up I was a brat ... a stubborn and mule spirited tom boy ... I gave my mom the kindest and most compassionate person I ever knew what for ... I was always climbing the trees or escaping and going down by the river... or engaging in all manner of creative and not so creative mischief like taking a razor and offing my brows and my bangs ... she was kind and loving ALWAYS ... ALWAYS she expressed her love in so many ways I have AWESOME MEMORIES ... and often I would push her buttons ..she had the patience of a saint ... until I pushed hard enough to be the straw to break the camel's back at which point she would pull the switch off the sewing machine, sent me to the yard to fetch her a branch or get the AMBASSADOR (dad's thick belt) and whopped my arse good and well ... to the points I had welts .... did she brutalize me? NO she chastised me as well as I deserved ... 

Every once in a while people have walked in my life with a stern GET A GRIP SISTA! word ... at those times that I have found my foot in the way I have said OUCH and moved it ... I take the meat of the message and leave the rest.  Many times those GET A GRIP SISTA words have saved me from throwing in the towel ... 

Every once in a while I have encountered unwarranted harshness and unkindness coming my way .. on times like those I determine whether I can forgive or forget or just cut the suckers loose ..it is all on me ... there is joy and there is misery in equal measures in this world ... for every joyous moment there is misery .. ONLY WE CAN INVITE MISERY IN AND MAKE OURSELVES ITS TARGET ... as far as me and my house I AM NOT INVITING MISERY IN ... and I refuse to give anyone's word/actions power over me ... I can control me ... and only me...

I strive to have the words from my mouth and the typed words from the tip of my fingers on a keyboard reflect the meditation of my heart ... but there are and have been certain points in my human nature that I have given free reign to my inner biatch (the panamaniac) and have stood flat footed and said F OFF GET A GRIP and moved on ... and felt no less compassionate for it ... ask my son ... I love him as I love my breath but he just tried me past my last nerve the other day and I had to tell him to get a grip ... I bet he was feeling totally brutalized at my lack of compassion LOL ... I was so totally loving him by saying NO! sternly and compassionately....

NO ONE CAN BRUTALIZE US WITH WORDS UNLESS WE GIVE THEM POWER TO DO SO ... Gurl please ... I would allow no one to make me feel miserable .. been there done that in my first marriage and REFUSE to go that route ever again ... I would rather cut the suckers loose ... I can ONLY worry about my actions and reactions ... I love diversity and I hate censorship .. to each his own .. I cannot save the world nor would I try to ... but I can make a difference by being me ... if people like me for being me how awesome ... if people dislike me for being me how awesome too ... I for one am going to love them anyway as commanded by my faith.... no sweat off my back LOL...