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Are You Smarter Than A Hyena

I learned recently that when a kill is made, the females surround the kill and let the children eat before the males of the pack. The females mean business and they will attack any male that attempts to breach the kill. And I had to ask myself, are we humans smarter than a hyena?

Every 3.6 seconds, someone in the world starves to death. 3/4 of those deaths are children under 5. 75%! That is unacceptable and should be unacceptable to any thinking person on our planet.

What do you think would happen if all the women in the world surrounded our children and INSISTED that the children be fed and housed and educated before one more penny is spent on war. I think we might just stop war.

And think what the impact might be on the world economy. Farmers would be paid to grow food, not to NOT grow food. Instead of building bombs, we'd build houses and schools. Teachers and growers and pickers and canners and all those job forces would have to be increased. And with such a demand for workers, those salaries would have to increase.

Don't you think if it was profitable to feed, clothe, house and educate people that business might actually do it?

It's not enough anymore to work against war. We have to work FOR peace. It's not enough anymore to have 'acceptable levels of violence'. There's no such thing as an acceptable level of violence. It's not enough anymore to tolerate differences. The mere use of the word tolerate implies a sense of superiority and separation.

I heard a woman on the radio say that she couldn't feel for the deaths in Iraq or Darfur or Israel, because that child wasn't her child. I disagree. ALL CHILDREN are my child. And ALL CHILDREN are my responsibility.

It's time I started thinking more like a hyena and less like a human being.

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