Rules are rules. Like laws, but with no rules, there’s little wiggle room. Rules become laws to protect and keep people safe from potential harm, or harming others, but you can and most do thumb their noses at the rule of law. Laws never stopped anyone. They’re a control mechanism made to be enforced. The law is whatever you can get away with without getting caught in the act. The only problem is you became ostracized, the outsider outlaw rebels against the establishment. The Ten Commandments are neither rules nor laws unless you’re specifically a Christian who believes in the word of a God. They don’t follow any guidelines. Most religious groups include too many sanctimonious hypocrites and liars. The vast majority don’t care. It’s the medicine for what ails them. There are consequences and punishments. Going to hell is the end result of breaking the rules from the decrees of God’s commandments.
It is a toss-up, the mixed bag between adhering to the tenets of the church, abiding by the principles of the Constitution, and other lesser practiced traditions. Like obeying your parents, following the commands of court orders, law enforcement, and authority figures. Follow orders. The separation of powers from church, and state blurs, creating a conflict of interest between two autonomous entities. Don’t inject your personal beliefs into my life. Keep your god on your side of the table. Pass the ammunition and another slice of that bittersweet stolen of pie.
To have a good relationship within society, you must blindly obey without question. To serve, respect, and honor the values and ideals of other free individuals, other nationalities by virtue, and getting along well with people within every community. Don’t blink, or you’ll miss humanity’s blunt point. Like a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. In my experience, rules are made by a self-righteous and privileged few who flaunt their wealth. Injecting their personal opinions, beliefs, and authority over lesser ethnically diverse lower-class groups of people because of the political power. They’re tools. In retrospect, the 1960s revolution was the only thing keeping us together, rejecting everything we thought we knew, taught by well-meaning misguided teachers, sadistic clergy, clueless authority figures and indifferent public servants and military officials. The total package of complete freedom is a fairy tale.
Those good old boys in the bad old days are back. Toe the line. Straighten up, fly right, and keep your nose clean. Haircuts, shiny shoes, suits, and ties. Obnoxious little gold crucifixes choke every neck with a death-grip promise of eternal life. Brush your teeth, smile, and wash your hands before meals and after going to the bathroom. Don’t make waves or upset the natural order. Never foul the nest. The rules don’t change. Everything we fought for then is now the opposite of what we once fought against. The resistance to corporate greed is the poison pill for all political parties. The rejection of white Christian nationalist dogma is necessary to keep those who’d steal away our rights. They won’t prevail. History proves them wrong.
White plantation owners fought to keep slaves in the old antebellum south, only to lose their hold on power to slavery’s hateful beliefs. Brother against brother, fathers against sons. The union split asunder right down the middle. It’s the ugliness of hate-mongers preaching prejudice. It’s happening again.
A serious superiority complex mingling with fear and anger. White rage is the rallying cry. We the people are in serious trouble. Proceed at your own risk. Everybody else gets to the end of the line. Cowards can’t withstand the will of the people. The cult of white superiority is not the majority. God is not the answer. Bring back the guillotines! Reality’s the best way for checks and balances to corrupt power.