Some say the opposite of love is not hate, it's actually indifference. That's because it takes energy and commitment to hate, and that ultimately takes a serious toll on the hater. But unfortunately, we can't always control what we feel.
Every time I hear another weak, whitewashed, dishonest explanation from the liars in the current administration about what happened in Benghazi on Sept. 11, 2012, I have to remind myself yet again about the perils of hate.
But then I think of those guys hunkered down on that roof -- former military men -- fighting for their lives as they gave their location, confidently believing help was surely on the way, and I'm almost overwhelmed. And I'm not overwhelmed with love and understanding.
With Hillary Clinton in charge of the State Department at the time, and the Community Organizer-in-Chief probably shooting hoops in the White House while senior military commanders waited for a decision, no help ever came. There were American units ready and willing to go -- to at least try -- but nothing was done. Nothing.
Then within hours the tap dancing and the lies and the buck passing began in Washington, and it hasn't stopped since. And Madam Secretary of State Clinton's attitude is one for the record books: "What difference does it make?"
Hmmmm. I wonder if Madam Secretary might feel differently had that been her son, or her husband, or her brother on that roof?
These days many, many good people are resigning from the military, the CIA and other U.S. agencies and the word is it's because they "don't want to be left to die"... as in what happened on that roof in Benghazi. The faith and trust, the very glue, that has traditionally bound Americans together when in harm's way has been undermined by politics. What a loss.
Yes indeed, hate is an ugly thing, but in this case, God knows, love is certainly out of the question for me. That leaves indifference... and quite honestly, isn't there already plenty of that in this country?