Why do we think it is all about looking perfect?
Why do we put on stupid, syrupy sweet faces, say we are coming from God and then take a swipe at someone because they don’t look as perfectly plastic as we?
Why do we make up rules for how everyone should behave and then beat them to death until they look as plastic as we do? Why are we more concerned with the painted plastic on the outside and miss the hollowed out inside?
Why would we rather blather about our black and white, plastic theology than care for another human being who is made out of flesh?
Someone should remind us that plastic people are dead.