Now Playing: The Confusion of evil
Collectively, Our Warren has seen many kinds of evil. Probably more of the kinds than most hoomins. It is in Our Lore, Our Stories of Who We Are, and How We Came To Be. We know evil because we have seen it, lived through it and know that we have to stay Ona'Lert for it, so that it will never find Us again.
Because evil is real, and it is Out There, and it wears many faces and it will not go away in Our Time.
Of course, I do not want to write about evil. Who would? It is much better to type about happy things and happy times. It is more fun to amuse than to distress.
But evil is pulling a Trick and if I didn't type to you about it, I would be not Doing My Job as Top Bun in Our Warren.
In every Warren there are jobs. When Our Warren first came to our New Houz, we didn't need a Top Bun, because me,Hunny (Senior Bun) came with us. He was very old, but that didn't mean that he wasn't In Charge of the Warren - he was, and that was Hokay by Alla Us Togedder.
But then me,Hunny went on to the Rainbow Bridge, and since we all had Our Places in Our Warren, we didn't *need* a Top Bun.At first, I didn't see the need to Grow Up. It was Hokay that we were Alla Us Togedder, living by The Lore, with me typing in The Hay Diaries Blog, sounding like I always did, like Little George, Cute and Cuddly, always Resaonable, always Adorable, always the Babby of Our Warren - and telling stories that amused everybunny.
But being *liked* isn't everything. Being popular and being Cute isn't everything.
Happiness is not a bag of Baby Organic Carrots and there is more to Life than Parsley and Dill.
So I have been reading Newspapers with Maman, and what I have discovered is this: evil is still alive and well.
There is a great evil that is confusing hoomins Right Now! It is All Over the newspapers, typed in columns yards long in the "Sports Pages" - There are hoomins who are worrying about - and writing about, and typing stories like-they-care-about! - the "future *career*" of someone whose friends say, "Look at me! I helped this man, my friend, drown and hang our very own eight dogs!"
And what does that hoomin - their "friend" (they admit it!) - do as a *career*?
He plays with a ball.
Our Dawg plays with a ball!
The men who have (by their own admission) hanged and drowned their very own dawgs get paid millions of dollars in munny.
Our Dawg plays with his ball for Milk-Bone Dog Biscuits.
The men who have - by their own admission! - hanged and drowned their very own dogs (who trusted them!) are watched on tellyvision by millions of hoomins.
Our Dawg is happy to be watched by Maman and Dadda, and Phil-the-Lad, and Alla Us Togedder, and sumtimes by Our Neighbour, MaryBeth and her two Dawgs, Lilly and Penny.
The men who have - by their own admission! - hanged and drowned their very own dogs (who no doubt trusted them, because they had no choice!) called their home their "Bad Newz Kennel" - (truth-in-packaging so far as the dawgs there were concerned!).
Our Dawg calls his home his "pack", his natural place to be - and knows he is safe here.
Yet the hoomins who make the Rools regarding Playing With Balls On Tellyvision are willing to "wait and see" and are willing to "presume innocense" while this man, whose friends admit their guilt, "bargains" for his "future" to play with a ball.
What is wrong here? Is it not enough that eight lives are gone from the world? Is it because this man can play with a ball, (and Our Dawg plays better because he is twice the hoomin's age and still going strong!), that he is being treated like he is special? Is it because he is hoomin, he is being treated like he is special?
Because - lemme tell you - if this man was a dawg, and he had taken away eight lives, it wouldn't matter if he could play ball or not, hoomins would take away his life - would they not?
Am I equating a Dawg's life to the Life of a Hoomin?
Lookit, some hoomins cannot accept that.
- One hundred years ago, some hoomins could not accept that female hoomins had souls.
- Less than one hundred years ago, some hoomins could not accept that hoomins who looked different from them had souls.
Hoomins will learn what we Bunnies have known since the Dawn Of Time: We Are All Creations; We All Come frum the Same Architect of the Universe, so a Part of Him is Inside of Us All.
Evil does not like that there is One God and it is not It. Evil is less than God (evil got to choose, after all) and misery likes company, so evil will continue to try and confuse the Issue of Good vs. itself. It is in it's interests to do so. But it is hoomins' choice to see the Path By Which They Tread.
And hoomins can choose: to make excuses for evil (and believing that they are being good by so doing - because "after all, a man is innocent until proven guilty") or believing what is before their eyes: taking life is wrong.
I do not know how it can be Right.
----------------------------------- By George