RED LIGHT DISTRICT

I was at a red light last night, stopped of course….  And said to myself….  Hmmm… This is funny…  Why is everybody next to me and across from me stopped??  Oh, yes, it is the red light.

It is just black and white.  The red light, that is.  Black and white.  Simple, no argument.  On red I don’t go if I don’t want to damage my beautiful car with someone crashing into it.  Hmm..  Black and white.  Traffic  rules.  So I wait until green, look right and left and go without a scratch.

Why is it that these simple rules are so easily followed by us surging masses?  Because we know what the consequences will be.  This is the Red light District.  Where danger abounds for the foolhardy and self-appointed egos.  I am in charge.  I am in control.  Except at the red light.

Well, you gotta know where I am going… Capiche?

You know, there are 10 ancient rules written on some dusty scrolls that I can’t directly refer to because of political correctness.   You know, those silly rules about killing, stealing, and other forms of irrational behavior.

Why does a red light have to be hanging on some pole at an intersection to help us not hurt ourselves?  You know, in the old days, for me the 50’s and 60’s, mom and dad laid down the laws.  Hey, my parents loved me, well… at least what they hoped I could be… So I pretty much followed their rules.  And lo and behold… whenever I went through their red lights I got in trouble.  Funny, how could they be right and me be wrong?  When I was a teenager I had right and wrong all figured out… and my parents were just wrong about things.  Until I discovered otherwise…

What was cool about the Navy was that there were so many rules.  So many “red lights”.  You can be sure you paid a price when you broke them.  Now in the SEAL training if you so much as winked it was an extra 50-100 pushups or a dip in the icy ocean and rolling in the sand and then some run up a stupid sand dune.  You know what?  You learned fast or failed.  Failure sucks.  Not an option.  There was this swim buddy rule.  Never get more than six feet apart.  Run this red light and your next swim is with a six-foot hawser ( 4” thick rope) around your necks.  Hey, I now just love swimming close.  I just do not understand all the idiots on dive boats when told to pair up, head their own merry way.  Red light?

Black and white?  Nope.  Once again we have taken the liberty to take all that is black and white, or a red light, and turn it into grey so there is no decision to be made.   All is now permissible as long as it is debatable…

A handshake used to be a man’s word.  Today, a man’s word is his attorney.  Just call 1-800-I AM-UNHAPPY and the personal assistance of voice prompt will take you to several real people who will be able to expertly pass you on until you get a dial tone.   LOL.  Isn’t that the way it is?

Red light, green light… a game we used to play as kids.  It was so much fun to follow the simple rules.  Today…run the yellow and don’t look back…  and see the camera in your rear view mirror and worry for a week if the other bureaucracy will mail you a ticket.

Today the red light is the only red light we don’t run.  And we are blessed with single parents struggling to make it while we import all the drugs we can…  Enough to feed the need for human disappointment in spite of the valiant efforts of interdiction forces, good guys putting their lives on the line.

When will ignoring the Black & White have consequences again?  Why don’t we treat our bodies and souls like we do our cars?

Have we turned our own neighborhoods into Red Light Districts?

Gotta  go….  Green light…..

 

Chris Bent
Naples, FL
www.chrisbent.com

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