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I’m gloating today. Do you know why? Because I love what I do these days.

By the way, do you like this Black-Eyed Peas song?

Check out these lines:

“….if you only have love for your own race,
Then you only leave space to discriminate,
And to discriminate only generates hate,
And when you hate, then you’r ebound to get irate…
Let yourself gravitate to the love, y’all…”

But let me tell you about my days, then we’ll get to Where Is The Love. Actually, what I love about my days right now –is– the love.

Funny about that.

I have spent much of this week interviewing ex-offenders who are applying to participate in our re-entry program—I love this process, everything about it. Everything. And my colleagues are the most compassionate, caring, passionate group of people with whom I have ever worked. What’s not to L-O-V-E about all of this?

Especially in these times which are not brimming with love.

Thus, the song.

Wars abound, a major indicator of love deficits.

Democrats don’t love Republicans, neither do the Reps the Dems.

And no one likes the President nor his people.

The media doesn’t seem to like anyone, probably not even themselves.

Case-in-point, The NYTimes’ own Maureen Dowd.

Women don’t love the glass ceiling,

As with Frost’s poem, Mending Wall:

“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
that want’s it down.”

Who wants the ceiling down?

In this case, 18 million humans.

Sarah Palin doesn’t love Senator Obama,

Nor his community service experience,

Nor some library books, energy alternatives and, unfortunately, all polar bears.

She does like rifles.

We don’t know if she likes moose or not but she does allegedly fire weapons at them.

She also probably doesn’t like the word “alleged

of course muchluv,

ms. spin-c