Someone to Blame

Isn’t it nice to have someone to blame?

Isn’t it nice to glide out our doors and see hurting, pain and  injustice, and have someone to blame? Isn’t it nice to walk in our shoes  with a hint of superiority perceiving our intentions greater than  others’ actions? Isn’t it nice feeling secure in our fickle securities  of achievement, thinking that it was only by our hard work and  self-created circumstance that we have the privilege we do now, and  others just didn’t work hard enough? Isn’t it nice to ask the question  “What will I lose if I give of myself?” instead of “What will they lose  if I don’t”? Isn’t it nice to have someone to blame?

Isn’t it nice to reduce the complex issues this country has to fickle  politics? Isn’t it nice to blame the entire education system, the  health system, the roads, the corruption, home affairs, and everything  else on either the ANC, or on Apartheid, and remove ourselves from any  responsibility for bringing about or perpetuating the status quo? Isn’t  it nice to watch others drowning in an ocean of injustice, and make it  an entertainment sport of finding out who we can blame? Isn’t it nice to  have someone to blame?

Isn’t it nice to be able to put a Facebook status up, or a tweet, or a  blog such as this one ,which protests about the state of our society,  and afterwards feel that my service to humanity is complete? Isn’t it  nice to make my contribution to the continued struggle, my opinion?  Isn’t it nice to have witty phrases and cheeky comments, and suffixed  -gate scandals justifying to myself and the rest of the world why  everything is somebody else’s fault? Isn’t it nice to have someone to  blame?

But when the trumpet sounds, and the curtain closes, and every second  of my life is replayed, and all I see is my actions, and not my  intentions, who then will I blame? When the log is removed from my eye  and I can see with clarity the speck-sized boulders in the eyes of those  I called the perpetrators, who then will I blame? When I know with  hindsight that the world would have been a better place if I spent more  time emptying my ego, and less time fuelling my self-justified  pseudo-moral pride, who then will I blame?

Isn’t it nice to have someone to blame?