You are what you. . .

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Although it doesn't seem like it was long ago, but it was.  It was very long ago when she said, "If you eat another mouthful of that cake, you'll going to turn into a cake."  It was really funny to me at the time because I knew I couldn't turn myself into a cake by eating too much of one as she said.  So, I just blew her off.

I now know just how right she was.  But she wasn't just talking about eating cake.  She was talking about so many other things.  Not just eating things, but condoning, accepting, tolerating, or actually doing things that we know we shouldn't.

Remember that skinny kid in the 4th grade?  You know, the one that loved to play with the girls, doing girl things, and dressing and talking like them.  We used to call them Fruits and sissies.  Or perhaps the kid that wore mostly black clothing and combed his hair back in a Duck Tail fashion.  Mr. Cool.

Hot pants.  Smoking.  Fast cars.  Foul language and Grass.  Those were things that I was told not to do, and not to even be tempted.  But I did.  I did them all.  But you know, now I know.

I know that the more we witness, the more we tolerate, the more we cone, the more we will become one that we know is wrong.

Hollywood rams this crap down our throats every night.  Sitcoms galore about anything and everything.  Daily shows about dysfunctional families, single parents, gay relationships, liars, cheats, murderers adulterers and Pot Farmers and Islam.  Even a Jack in the Box commercial showning an animal flipping off Jack!  A 24 hour news filled with corruption, monster storms, Gay marriage, pot smoking, and the wickedness of the world.

And now I know more than ever what she was talking about.  The more we watch.  The more we listen and witness all these things that we know are wrong; the soon we will all come to accept them as being normal.

But it is not.
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