Vinegar & Honey

I have so many friends struggling right now.

And the online hatred and mudslinging seem worse than ever.

From the self-righteous.

From the sanctimonious.

From the virtue signalers.

Let me go check the social media to see what I’m supposed to be upset about today.

I wonder if my friends who prattle on know what they’re even saying when they accuse “all” [insert label here] of [insert the favorite trendy sin of the moment here].

I think we’ve all heard you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

I’m pretty sure you reach more sinners … Pharisees … it’s really all the same thing … with grace than condemnation.  

What a tangled web we weave when … we go off half-cocked.

I wonder if my friends who prattle on have a clue how it makes me feel when they carelessly throw around their all [label I identify with] are [their favorite trendy sin I’m actually not even guilty of … don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of others that do apply].

“Oh but I didn’t mean you.”

“Yeah you did. Maybe don’t believe everything the media (or your favorite political candidate, entertainment celebrity, pro athlete, etc.) tells you.”

Try having conversations with real people.

Not online tennis matches between basement dwellers.

From my vantage point, it sure looks like those accusing the other side of being ugly are coming off just as ugly.

We’re all more alike than we are different. But media money is made and political power is gained when one group is pitted against another.

Don’t fall for the trap.

Don’t take the bait.

Eh, I’m allergic to balsamic anyway.

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
This week’s spectacular quarantine baking brought to you by Dizurts in Heath, Ohio.
“There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.”

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