Sacred Cows
There are in each of us sacred cows that we protect with a passion that can be destructive to any who should try to slaughter them. The problem with Blogging in a community that includes friends and relatives is that we must be very careful to hide the cow completely so others are not aware that cow is being protected. So we build walls around the issues and are very careful not to talk about the cow should the machetes come out. I suspect that we all have such beasts in our metaphorical mental barns.
Some people are aware of my sacred cows (I have several) my question is how does one parade a sacred cow without getting its head chopped off, or endangering those that might attempt to chop off a rump or rib? Of course I am talking in metaphors as I don’t own a Machete but I have a pretty sharp tongue. That said, there are times I regret using my verbal Machete and times I don’t.
So again How does one parade a sacred cow?
1 comment:
You ask such interesting questions.
Well, you can "bell" your cow and the noise would call itself to everyone's attention, thus slightly changing the subject.
Or you could drape it in a decorative covering that might make it look like some other beast; or maybe with something with a design so bright and colorful that folk would speak to it's appearance, rather than substance.
Possibly you could place it in a distant pasture where passers-by would not normally be able to view or consider it.
But if it were truly "sacred", and that's a big "if", then why wouldn't you just publicly allow it to help define you?
I've had no problem being a conservative Yank during my UK visits. Most of my believing friends there consider themselves politically liberal, and even though they know I voted for him (and while still accepting me as a friend), hold the evil Bush in contempt. Even so, their personal values are so much like mine I know if they were to live in most of the US a couple of years the "light" would dawn and most would rethink their political designation.
And I also think that would not be true, probably, if the two years were lived most places in CA.
Bill, the long and short of it is that most reasonable folk don't give a tinkers darn about your personal sacred cows. They are by definition yours. Whether the cows are the same as theirs is mostly a coincidence. For those whose knob is rocked because of them I say good riddence. They weren't really good friend material, anyway. In most cases.
OK, long enough. Cheers
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