It is so very, very easy to be a critic, as I so often am. It takes little intelligence, very little creativity -- nothing but an inflated sense of self-righteousness, especially when you don't have a horse in the race.
How richly ironic that in the very week that on this blog I have chided my country for making deals with the devil and stood on my soapbox again against the developers of housing projects, I have received an email at my job, from the representatives of a local housing development that last year burned up a beautiful forest in our city, to clear the ground -- choking our air with smoke for days, and whose greed I cursed bitterly and still do, each time I pass the desolation they call development.
Yes, how ironic that they want to talk to me about partnering with our schools, as they are having trouble selling the homes they have built, and they blame it on the perception our schools have in the region.
How ironic, because of course I will meet with them and shove my personal disgust for them deep down into some closet of my soul and pretend like they are Girl Scouts selling my favorite cookies, not rapists of Mother Nature.
I suppose that makes me a laughable, pitiful hypocrite.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Deals with the devil ...
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I have been in your position many times before. Sometimes I stood my ground and refused to deal. More often though, I assuage my conscience by saying to myself that I am helping to change them instead of them soiling me. Or the other one that helps is "the end justifies the means". But I never fully believe it.
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