“Dialectic is a formal system of reasoning that arrives at the truth through the exchange of logical arguments. Dialectic is a process of examining an issue using very careful steps. It allows for two opposing ideas to both be right at the same time”

The world is becoming a very strange place. The ‘dialectics’ keep on coming. So many things are right and wrong at the same time?

Here is my favorite ‘new one’.

We are restricting, by law, access children have to the internet because they can’t make decisions as to what is safe and harmful, so the government is protecting these innocent children. No free access to the internet until you are 16 – well that make sense, you can drive a car then?

But, my dilemma (and dare I say a dialectic) is that children of any age can choose if they want to be a male or female (I think the proper term is ‘gender’ as there are more of them to choose from?) irrespective of what chromosomes and genitalia they were born with.

I would have thought that choosing your sex (Gender you bigot!!!) was a bit more important and required some cognitive understanding and maturity beyond having Facebook, looking at porn or being stalked by a predator on line.

I’m just at a loss? And, I really would like to understand. I wonder if the parents in the 1960’s felt the same when their kids started wearing ‘tie-dye’ and growing long hair?

The media, the world, our government, and now in our classrooms, and living rooms, are becoming places where sticks and stones may break our bones. (When I say stick, I’m not referring to a bunch of sticks tied together, which is know as a faggot.) Words may now also break my bones. They may also break my bank account, employment, and social acceptance.

I am actually really open to any new ideas. I love to learn and hear discussions. I enjoy spirited debates about new and/or controversial things. I even have a friend who believes the world is flat. I love nothing more than listening without judgment or criticism to their explanations and proof.

I remember an old Vietnam Veteran mate of mine who would say, you can think anything you want, you can worship any God you want, just don’t force it on me.

I remember when the Flintstones used to have a ‘gay old time’. ‘Sledging’ in sport was considered a national pride and an ‘art form.’

If all the kids I went to primary and even high school with were ‘allowed’ to pursue anything that came into their head most of us would be AFL football players, astronauts, fighter pilots, nomad desert bikers, bank robbers etc.

Well, I suppose in today’s world, I can identify as any one of those. I choose an astronaut, and good on me… “Ground Control to Major Tom can you hear me…. because, Houston, I think we have a problem!”