6 ways from Sunday

Yesterday I went to a consortium/forum, whatever you want to call it, on the Jena 6. It was cosponsored by two clubs I’m in at school so I felt like I should go and represent. This despite the fact that that meant I was on the feckin’ nonsmoking campus until 5:30.
I was my usual, not so impressed, self. This faction thing is so 20th century. Every side is just so full of defensive, reactionary, rhetorical, hyperbole. How does anyone expect to solve real problems with fake platitudes?
The biases are everywhere and it feels like people just want to be on a recognized team. We’re this, they’re that. I call shenanigans.
Every freakin’ body is racist. Because we have each and every one of us been carefully groomed to be by our overlords. In the final analysis it really doesn’t matter that it is virtually impossible to root it out of our subconscious, it is really about whether we consciously chose to hit the override button in favour of reason and critical analysis.
Damn I wish they started teaching critical thinking in the third grade.