Deadlier Sins

Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: 

Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?

First students, let’s review those pesky seven deadly sins: 

My personal favorite–lust,
followed in order of the sins
to which I’ve succumbed
in order of frequency
from greatest to least:
sloth, (yes, i’m wicked lazy)
pride, (and darned proud of it,)
gluttony (i’ll toast again to that!)
with just a soupçon of
greed, wrath, and envy,
to make me truly interesting.

I nominate intolerance 
to take its rightful
place among these
numbered transgressions.
Divisive and shaming,
a barrier to peace;
bigotry makes no
loving concessions.

Peace, people.

True Story


I keep my blog fairly free of political posts. Oh, occasionally I’ll get riled up about something and spout off, but for the most part Praying For Eyebrowz is a peace-filled zone.

My Facebook feed is just the opposite in a schizophrenic sort of way. It’s filled with dozens of political memes along with a smattering of cat videos. I tried to go without posting political stuff on my feed, but I’m almost addicted. 

A few days ago I posted this meme. I think it’s hysterical and makes light of the whole wacky far right’s insistence that the President is a Muslim in cahoots with radical jihadists. 


In my comments section I found a nifty conversation between two extreme right wing conspiracy theorists who waxed eloquently about the evils of the current administration bringing about a New World  Order. On and on they went using ridiculously inflammatory language intended to get a reaction from me or my friends. And a beautiful thing happened:

We ignored them.

No one responded to these two. It was beautiful. We could’ve gotten all righteous and gone on the attack, but decided to let it go, and the conspiracy theory nut jobs played out like a couple of dud firecrackers. 

To celebrate this lesson learned I am going to declare my Facebook page and my blog  politics free zones for the next two weeks. That’s my Christmas gift to friends and family. Yes, among other things I’m a bit of a cheapskate.

I’ll leave you with a cute Christmas cat video:


He says he is no bigot
Yet each and every time
There is a but behind his
Phrase and a smirk beneath
His eyes.

“I’m no bigot, but there’s a
Place for folks like them. The
Poor, the immigrant, the
Black, the brown.
There’s a way for them to
Have the same rights as we,
Just follow our rules, believe
Our lies, jump through our
Hoops, and if they survive
We might let them in to the
Whites only club,
But, then again,
They won’t ever be one of

He says he is no bigot
Yet each and every time
There is a but behind his
Phrase and a smirk beneath
His eyes.

This was prompted by a Facebook conversation with a friend of a friend of a friend who always maintains he’s no bigot–right before he rolls out evidence of his bigotry. He’ll never read this, but I needed to get it out.