June 22, 2013
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And whenever I find my capriciously self-indulgent nature has led to an inflated waistline, it isn”t love of some ideal that motivates my long, sorry march to the treadmill. Rather it is the scornful face and cutting remarks of every female young or old who has ever rebuked or ridiculed me. I can remember almost all of them by name and they are each unknowingly responsible for maintaining my athletic frame. Even after all these years I hate them one and all, and I love them for keeping me fit.
Great passions form the strongest bonds. There probably isn”t anyone in my life who’s important to me that I haven”t cursed, and I expect no less from them during those times I overstep the mark. Fleeting enmities often spawn enduring affections.
Moreover, indignation keeps you young. There is nothing in the annals of medicine so beneficial for rejuvenating your sanguine sludge than to get that blood boiling regularly. Once, a friend asked how I am able to think of writing topics and I told him, “Well, it almost always begins with something which makes me very angry.”
There will be many things in coming days that will cause both outrage and anger for Americans. Yet there will be even more docile people who come forward to counsel that we should take events in stride and wait to see how it all works out. These are not the far-off whispered words of the executioner during an earlier Reign of Terror. Our fury is going to be very useful and perhaps even purposeful sooner than we think if we learn to embrace and direct it at the proper targets.
The simple fact of life is if you don”t hate you don”t care, and if you don”t care you might as well be dead.
