Morgan's Ramblings

  It has not-so-gently been pointed out that I’m quickly becoming one of those rage farming, self important, opinionated, judgemental goons I held in such low esteem not so long ago. Here’s the difference though. Not so long ago I was one of those dyed-in-the-wool Southern Alberta better dead than red Conservative partisan supporters. It was bred into me from a couple of generations of right-wing descendants who exemplified the brand. I was strongly urged to continue on with the Conservative tradition because all that was evil and hateful lived under the Liberal banner. As soon as I reached the age of majority, I was carefully guided to mark my ballot and continue the proud heritage that beat the socialist and progressive dragons back into their lairs. My X would ensure that the Sr. Trudeau wouldn’t march his jackboot minions west of the Great Lakes and impose some sort of martial control over our oilpatch and nationalize our beef industry. I still recall the look on my fathe...

                          The enemy of my enemy is my friend. An ancient proverb originating in Sanskrit about 4 th century BC. Most often applied in Christianity to the ongoing discord between the Sadducees and the Pharisees who came to an agreement over a common hatred. That of Jesus Christ. The relationship is described in the Gospels although both groups were admonished for their hateful ways.             Today’s application of that proverb is complicated.             I prefer to add a qualifier – “The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.”             Unfortunately, the social environment that has propagated the tendency to label others as “friend” or “enemy” is a result of the divisive, tr...