I Can Only Hope That My View On Americans Being Too Easily Offended By The Trivial Offends So That My Point Is Made...

I think that’s the longest title for one of my articles yet, but it is for a good cause.

Today, I have a question for America...How have we ended up being, quite simply, offended by...everything?

If there is a plaque at the Grand Canyon that pays tribute to God for making it in six days, but you believe that it was actually carved by a river over millions of years, why would your panties get in a bunch over the plaque being there?

Do I believe that God created the Grand Canyon in six days? No, I do not, but why in the world would I get my feelings hurt and be offended by a plaque that said he did?

When did we become a nation of whiny, sniffling little weaklings who cry and whine about everything? We don’t get offended when people talk about Santa Claus, even though we do not believe that there is a fat guy making himself skinny enough to fit into chimneys that travels to millions upon millions of homes all over the world in a single night on a magic sleigh.

Now, let’s take it a step further and replace Santa Claus with Jesus, just like is happening with Christmas. I have no problem at all with Jesus. I think he’s good people. Do I think I need to ponder on his teachings day and night? No, but it doesn’t offend me when someone does, or talks about him, or I walk by a statue of him. Why should it?

But, why is that some people who go out and buy their kids presents from Santa Claus, whom they don’t believe in, are all pissy when they see symbols for Jesus and a God in which they might not believe? Why are these symbols of religion so offensive to these people? Is it that they just have nothing better to do and nothing important enough going on in their own lives that they are going to just absolutely die of misery if we don’t get “Under God” out of the pledge of allegiance?

Or, perhaps, is it, that they are so worried that they should believe and might be making a mistake that they get pissy when they see something that reminds them of that inner struggle?

I think about it each and everyday, folks and you don’t hear me whining and moaning.

I believe that a guy named Jesus walked the Earth and that he did some really amazing things for people because he was a good person who had dedicated his life to good. You won’t catch me in a church, not necessarily because I don’t believe, but more so because I formed an opinion at a very early age that I did not need an interpreter, nor a guidebook, to be a good person.

I felt how I felt about mortal priests long before the scandal...I knew some were genuinely good people, but every single one?...impossible. Plus, in all honestly, I cannot look upon man’s church today and simply forgive things like burning people at the stake, no matter how long it has been.

Another thing that just made no sense to me when I was growing up was how in the world was a guy who has never been married supposed to advise people on how to have a good marriage? You don’t hire a bankrupt homeless guy to be your financial planner, do you? You might laugh, but that question started me on my path of believing that we can be perfectly OK with the notion that there are things bigger than ourselves out there without ever stepping into one of man’s churches.

So, with that being said, why is it that I do not take offense when I see a statue of the Ten Commandments or other religious symbols, but we continually hear about people out there who are so deeply offended by those very same symbols? 

I don’t sit and pray all that often, but I have a really hard time with people telling kids they can’t. I have just as hard a time with people telling kids that they have to.

It should be our choice, America...always a decision that we make for ourselves and never one that is made for us. A football team should be able to pray in the locker room before a game and the players should be able to choose if they want to participate or not, and it is not up to us to take the right to pray or the right not to pray away from them.

I would have been completely pissed off if someone had told me I could not pray with my teammates before taking the field even though church and morality had nothing to do with my high school years.

Don’t wanna say, “Under God,” then don’t say it, but don’t ride my ass if I do. 

America, we must stop and realize that if a statue is offending a person, it’s probably got a lot more to do with what is going on in their own life than the statue itself, and we should treat the complaints of these people accordingly.