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Whistling Dixie Signs

I recall similar signs and notices of ironic appeal: "We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying" ripped and torn, and is that a dried yellow yolk stain? "This is a NO GUNS neighborhood" surrounded by a lot vacant except for weeds mulched in broken shards of glass. ZERO CRIME AREA notices as prolific as NO HUNTING signs in SureWood Forest. Me thinks we protest too much to not raise questions about the wisdom of declaring victory and moving on, rather than struggling through win/lose toward win/win resilient climates of peace. Perhaps the guns and their bully keepers can't read, or don't choose to notice the toothless notice, or don't have enough time in their conflicted day on their lose/lose way to making liars of our best win/win published intentions Made by frustrated raw spot prey on some other day in some other room they would not could not should not feel free to enter listen then speak transparently of their/our own vulnerably exhausted sweet spots Now worn into deeply entrenched isolated anger hate fear envy mistrust distrust defensive fight and/or flee choices Provoked by win/lose competitive environments cultures climates experiences not bully and gun and crime and co-related raw spot free. Universal compassion is a worthy goal. But declaring goals already achieved does not help induce real world cooperative progress, especially for those not in the room to help write our negative injunctions. Perhaps we would healthier and more effectively begin with our positive universal aspirations: We invite Zero Intolerance Learning to listen with active compassion. This is a ProPeace place Cooperatively held active safe space for growing our ego/eco-managed win/win grace. We multiculturally and inclusively love co-passion searches rather than dispassioned hunts and nihilistic degenerative desertions. Healthy people seldom step out in anger while co-inviting ourselves to step into compassion with coming peacefully home messages rather than angry commands to go back to alien lose/lose lands from which none of us could ever hope to survive, much less win/win thrive. Signs against patriarchal colonizing offenses do not give compassionate notice we are for matriarchal creolizing offerings.

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