I chose not to believe that, but I am now, wittingly or unwittingly, playing this never-ending game.

Once you get down the ass-poking fence, you can never climb up.

Having common enemies helps to bond people. Be it sharing common goals, or distracting us from the situation. It seems to make individuals feel stronger through each other's support.

Or it can be put up a thick make-up, wearing colorful clothings, and act, script, and direct your own short film, for personal motive(s). Of course one have to hide their tails well, else their names would get strike off from the Oscar winners.

Could it really be an innocent guy, irritated or offended a Indian Chief? Thus whichever path he takes, he would be condemned or stoned.

Could it be the guy, possessing natural flair for leading, be showing his gift but got forced make-up on the face by competitor(s) or black sheep(s).

I have been taught to look at people's good traits, encouraged to praise positive acts and conducts. However, tongues have been influencing, shaking the very foundation the teachings sit on. Am I being naive, following these teachings, when it seems that you are the only one practicing the abandoned religion?

Don't outcasting people or wearing heavy costume drains life forces? I simply don't get it.