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For the world to have peace what would the sacrifice be?

Would we need to humble ourselves and show some humility?

Or should we stop being lead by greed and do more to help those in need?

Should we take a moment to understand a stranger’s point of view?

Or maybe open our hearts to someone different and new?

Be gracious and patient and loving and kind

Try it and you may be surprised to find

The price of peace is easier to pay than the retribution for hate on judgement day.

An original poem by SLF.

Can we please give the Cincinnati Zoo mom a break.  I’m really tired of hearing about this incident.  It’s a shame Harambe was killed but the boy is alive so I would call that a happy ending.  I think the Cincinnati Zoo mom is a first class space cadet.  I don’t know what the heck she was doing while her child approached the fence to the gorilla habitat, climbed over it ran over a patch of grass and the jumped into a moat.  She definitely needed to be paying more attention to her child.

I don’t have children and haven’t spent a great deal of time with them so I don’t have any stories about losing children or having them destroy things while I’m not looking.  But I was a child myself once and I have memories of my own childhood mischief.  I guess all of these people that want the Cincinnati Zoo mom prosecuted have ideal parents and were ideal or non ambulatory children themselves.

I remember as a child going grocery shopping with my mother.  I got lost in the grocery store every week.  I would walk around crying until a store employee saw me and then they would walk with me to the register and announce that Shannon was looking for her mom.  I also got lost at an amusement park once.  I was much older but I still walked around aimlessly crying and amusement park employees had to come to my aid.

I was a fairly mild mannered child and I would consider my parents to be reasonably responsible people but I started my fair share of drama.  I remember smoking cigarette butts at my older cousin’s house when I was around seven.  I drank Bacardi rum at my dad’s house when I was around ten.  I found a gun under my dad’s bed when I was around thirteen.  I nearly electrocuted myself when I was three or so by sticking tweezers in a light socket.  I had wet hair at the time.  Instead of frying myself I blew a fuse in the house and the lights all went dark.

I also remember nearly setting the house on fire with a Christmas angel when I was around the same age.  I put the cardboard angel on a lamp lightbulb which was hidden with a lamp shade.  My parents and I left the house for the evening and when we came back our little angel was smoking because the lamp was left on.  I also chewed on a glass thermometer once and nearly ingested mercury.

So please stop with all the self righteous criticism.  Your parents were not perfect and your younger self was probably just as naughty as the child that ended up eye to eye with Harambe.

People that really, really, really, love animals have always freaked me out a bit.  People that have more love in their heart for animals than human beings are creepy and weird.  I’m talking about the type of people that talk about their pets constantly but you know them for months before you find out they have a spouse and children.  I’ve read Facebook memes about people that prefer animal company to human company.  If this is you than you have a problem.  If you are unable to maintain satisfying relationships with human beings on any level then you my friend are lacking something.  If you value the lives of animals more than you value humans you need a nice, tight hug from another human being.

This has been on my mind because of the recent events in Cincinnati, OH.  I’m talking about the boy that got in the gorilla cage and lived to tell the tale because the gorilla was shot to death.  I’ll admit that when I heard the story about the incident the first thing I thought to myself was that it was a shame that the animal was killed.  Then I wondered what the boy was doing in the gorilla enclosure.

Shamefully, my afterthought was about the boy and his well being.  I’m not even that into animals but I was briefly caught up in the frenzy too.  The zookeepers had no other choice but to kill the animal.  Regardless if the boy was ill behaved or if his mom is a space cadet they couldn’t have just let the boy be manhandled by a gorilla.

I am bothered at the way the media reported the story.  The story was about the animal not the child.  The headlines read something like “Gorilla Shot at Zoo” not “Child Falls into Gorilla Exhibit and Lives” or “Zoo Officials Save Child’s Life”.  Supposedly there is controversy over the decision that zoo keepers made to shoot the gorilla in order to spare the child any harm.  But we live in a country where children, even toddlers and infants are shot to death regularly.  Why isn’t there an outpouring of grief for them?  We seem to be complacent with the amount of violence in this country that is perpetuated against humans even the very young ones.

I really do feel bad for the likes of Harambe the Gorilla and Cecil the Lion but animals are not more important of valuable than people.  Infants that are killed in inner city drive by shootings don’t receive the same type of recognition.  Mankind was made in God’s image and God gave us dominion over animals.  There is something so disconcerting about people that love animals like they are human and view humans like they are disposable.  I think it’s great to have a soft spot in your heart for animals.  But there should be a bigger, softer spot for human beings.

Yesterday was Cam Newton’s 27th birthday.  Glory be to God for that marvelous creation.  I hope he enjoyed a great birthday.  I absolutely love that man and I would probably marry him if given the chance.  He is incredibly handsome, sweet natured, big hearted, outgoing, friendly and prosperous.  God Bless him.

This may sound a bit strange but another reason that I love him is his choice in female companionship.  His girlfriend,baby mama fiancé or whatever is a single mother and she worked as a stripper at some point in her life.  I pass no judgment on anyone that makes that career choice.  Heck, life is tough, bills need to be paid and the baby needs shoes.  I’m glad to see that Cameron isn’t judgmental towards women either.  It’s a refreshing change.

Social media is a hobby of mine and I am shocked to see how many men, particularly Black men, pass judgment on women based on their sexual history or at least their perceived sexual history.  Black men and their sycophant Black women love to degrade Black single moms or anyone that they can label a slut via social media.  They put modest women up on a pedestal but these men probably don’t have modest morals themselves.

On Mother’s Day Cam posted a really sweet message to his lady.  It’s really nice to see a man praising the woman that he chose to impregnate.  I’ve been privy to  conversations where men have nasty attitudes towards women they once love or were at least found to be attractive but now they ha

Their attitude is that unvirtuous, single mothers are not deserving of love once they’ve made choices that they deem as foolish which lead them to be unmarried and pregnant.  Meanwhile, Black men are not held to any standards of purity whatsoever.  These Black single moms didn’t get there by themselves.

I think it’s lovely that Cam Newton fell in love with a stripper and I hope he marries her.  I think it’s great that Cam Newton does not judge women based on puritanical standards of sexuality and purity.  It’s nice to see a man fall in love with a woman’s character, intellect and beauty as opposed to choosing them based on how many lovers they may have had in the past.

I wish Cameron and Kia the very best.  I’m hoping that their story will become a Lifetime movie one day.  I’m not a fan of Disney, Prince Charming type movies but I would certainly watch that one.  If things don’t work out between Cameron and his son’s mother I hope he will marry me.  I’m quite a bit older than him but hey, he seems like an open minded guy that doesn’t judge women by society’s harsh standards of what makes a woman worthy of love and attention.