Apologies to anyone who speaks German. And Sears. And everyone in the world, really...especially anyone whose family was hurt by the Third Reich.
Submitted for discussion, a collection of unreleased pictures of the Nazi you love to hate being nice. Or at least *pretending* to be nice.
http://izismile.com/2010/07/13/adolf...s_39_pics.html
Most of these pictures are ripe for LOL-captions, but in general they struck a curious chord with me because I've been thinking a lot lately about the evil shit that people do, and how it's hard to rectify the deed with the person sometimes. Hitler is an extreme example here, of course. But as evil as the bastard was, he still felt emotion, probably even love and genuine affection towards people. How in the hell does that happen? And what are we supposed to think about it?
My family believes some hateful stuff. And between a Louis C.K. comedy bit in his new show about how he could save starving children by trading in his Infinity for a more sensible car, Roger Ebert's wondering about how people get to be racist, and watching my parents connect with their grandkids on a surprisingly deep level despite major shortcomings in the morals department, I'm finding myself puzzled about how to react to people who are ostensibly horrible in their belief systems or actions. I'm apparently dangerously close to finding nuance in personal relationships, and it's terribly unsettling.
So I'd like to hear how some other folks deal with people in their lives who believe hateful things, but who appear to be genuinely decent people otherwise. I'm sick of trying to avoid people because their belief systems radically differ from my own. I don't have any desire to buddy up to Fred Phelps, but getting to the point where I don't have to grit my teeth when I try to talk to a family friend who teabags in his spare time would probably reduce my overall blood pressure by 10-20%. How do people do it? Do you set ground rules? Do you have it out and develop a grudging respect? I was "bred and buttered" in the deep Midwest, so my genetic makeup makes it very difficult for me to do anything but sit silently and let it fester and grow until it explodes.
Submitted for discussion, a collection of unreleased pictures of the Nazi you love to hate being nice. Or at least *pretending* to be nice.
http://izismile.com/2010/07/13/adolf...s_39_pics.html
Most of these pictures are ripe for LOL-captions, but in general they struck a curious chord with me because I've been thinking a lot lately about the evil shit that people do, and how it's hard to rectify the deed with the person sometimes. Hitler is an extreme example here, of course. But as evil as the bastard was, he still felt emotion, probably even love and genuine affection towards people. How in the hell does that happen? And what are we supposed to think about it?
My family believes some hateful stuff. And between a Louis C.K. comedy bit in his new show about how he could save starving children by trading in his Infinity for a more sensible car, Roger Ebert's wondering about how people get to be racist, and watching my parents connect with their grandkids on a surprisingly deep level despite major shortcomings in the morals department, I'm finding myself puzzled about how to react to people who are ostensibly horrible in their belief systems or actions. I'm apparently dangerously close to finding nuance in personal relationships, and it's terribly unsettling.
So I'd like to hear how some other folks deal with people in their lives who believe hateful things, but who appear to be genuinely decent people otherwise. I'm sick of trying to avoid people because their belief systems radically differ from my own. I don't have any desire to buddy up to Fred Phelps, but getting to the point where I don't have to grit my teeth when I try to talk to a family friend who teabags in his spare time would probably reduce my overall blood pressure by 10-20%. How do people do it? Do you set ground rules? Do you have it out and develop a grudging respect? I was "bred and buttered" in the deep Midwest, so my genetic makeup makes it very difficult for me to do anything but sit silently and let it fester and grow until it explodes.




