It's a funny world. We put so much focus on differences we forget what we have in common.
The truth is, all that really matters is what we have in common.
We all come into this world the same way. Sperm meets egg. We've teched it up some in the last hundred or so years, but still, same basic formula.
We all need air to breathe. We all need water to drink. We all need food to eat.
We all get the same diseases. And one day, we all leave this world. You know. No one here gets out alive.
My personal belief is the creator intended these commonalities to pull us together. Any cosmetic or societal or belief system differences could and should be erased by the needs we share.
I also believe the creator had a sense of humor, so it didn't leave us a user's manual. She didn't imprint us with a fact sheet. He did not put anyone through a six week boot camp.
That leads to a lot of trial and error and I'm sure can be pretty entertaining for a supreme being.
Which brings me to Pam Bondi. (Weren't expecting that, were you?)
Let me start by saying, this is a person who I think, at best, should be in jail. I find her despicable in almost every facet and the fact she's just another "close associate" of Trump bounced from the club gives me no satisfaction. She deserves absolutely no mercy for the illegal things she's done in the name of our country.
But if I see another Pam Bondi has cancer joke on Facebook I'm coming to your house to poke your eyeballs out.
Figuratively, of course, this is a family newspaper. I don't even have your address.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a saint. To paraphrase, I try not to wish for someone's demise, but there are several obituaries that could bring me great pleasure.
I mean, come on, Bobby Jr. getting snakebit is comedy gold. Just too bad it wasn't a copperhead. Yes, I'd celebrate all sorts of bad things happening to Pam Bondi.
Not cancer. We all get the same diseases.
The things I want coming to Bondi and all the rest of the Trump cartel are brought because of the things they've done. It's not blind fate. It's justice.
Cancer has nothing to do with justice. It is random and it is ruthless. What it isn't is funny, no matter how much I try to make it. They say write what you know, so please take it from me. There is not one person who has cancer that thinks it's funny or would wish it on their worst enemy.
We all need air. We all need water. We all need food. We're all born and we all die.
Now, Bondi and I have another thing in common. I hope we share the same outcome in this battle. In fact, I'm praying for it.
It's a funny world.