"For every tree is known by his own fruit."

Hi All. There is nothing I'd like more today than to rip into some aggregious ignorance I see circulating all around me in the public sphere, but that would bust my flow—and relegate my chosen calling, making love and love-filled products, to second fiddle.

So. It's off with the cultural critic hat and instead of busting that nut, I'm going to re-absorb this energy (dying to come out as hate and well-justified spew, by the way) up into something loving. Something that my kids can swing from. I trust in god enough that the hate and bile that I'd like to respond to is punishment enough for the people making it their life. If their way of life doesn't work, then it can't thrive long-term.

I'm not going to church at the moment, feeling it a bit detached, lacking faith, and spiritually arrogant, but I'm still compelled to open the bible on this one:

"For a good tree bringeth not forth corrupt fruit; neither doth a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit."

On the way to that one (in Luke 6), there's the classic, first quoted to me by my friend Dave Primmer (over at Primco), who I think got it from James Joyce (and props for even attempting that guy):

"And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but percievest not the beam [2x4] that is in thine own eye? Either how canst thou say to thy brother, Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in thine eye, when thou thyself beholdest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in thy brother's eye.

"[Tree thing here]...

"For every tree is known by his own fruit."

Off to make some music.