Food for thought

"Lesser minds and weaker spirits might clamor for a new office down the hall. But that would only create the illusion that we do not share the same universe. The truth is, sir, that whether you were in Hong Kong and I in Saskatchewan or you in Miami and I in Beirut or I in Karachi and you in Kenosha, we would still disagree about everything under the sun; we would still orbit, as implacable opposites, the eternal unity at the center of all things, that silent, infinitely dense nucleus of existence that encompasses you, me, the Dred Scott Decision, Heidi Klum, the Harlem Globetrotters and the latest and most abstruse ruminations on string theory.
"That is the sum of all I have to say to you: I disagree with everything you say, do and think, yet I admit that without you, I myself would not exist.


"Therefore, I simply say, Good day, sir. Good day!"
Then, shoulders back, head high, you enter your office and slam the door loudly, well, fully, with vigor but not malice.

Me, too.

A somewhat related story ...

My son's dad did not know much about his father, he was raised by the African American side of his mother's family.

Charles was prejudiced against Cape Verdeans and people from the Azores, many of whom were as African-looking as he is. Cape Verde and the Azores were colonized by the Portuquese centuries ago and the people from there identify as Portuguese Europeans and Portuguese remains their first language.

It came to pass that Charles moved to Cape Cod and started having a problem with the Portuguese community there.

Then he found out that his father met his mother during cranberry season there, and that his father was Cape Verdean.

He was horrified ... spent an hour on the phone with me freaking out over it. I fell out laughing!:roll

Take home message to my son ... be careful who you trash ... you might be one.

:lghmky:

Big Portuguese-speaking community in Massachusetts, mainly on the Cape and the old fishing ports.