Honestly, I Am at a Loss for a Title

Today, I was driving down main street in my little town, and there was a man on a motorcycle ahead of me wearing a bright red shirt with a big ugly swastika on it.....willingly, and willfully.

For a minute, I was in disbelief. My brain almost went into denial, like something was wrong, but I couldn't quite comprehend what was wrong with what I was looking at, but I knew it was wrong. Then all of a sudden I realized that the guy was blatantly wearing a big, huge swastika on his back...out in public. I wanted to post a swastika with the post, but I really couldn't stand to have it on my blog. I stared at it on the screen and was just repulsed, and Brixie (the cat) was staring at me with an unusually accusing look in his cat eyes. I couldn't leave him with that.

Why does it shock me when people just blatantly advertise they are evil?

Looking at this guy with his greasy hair, shape of his jaw that showed that he had a few teeth missing, and as he pulled up next to the bar where more than a few bikers hang out...he was no symbol of Aryan masculinity. Hitler would've made sure he was exterminated from the gene pool. But I doubt this guy knew that.

We have Klan here. I've known that. I hate that. In my lowly human understanding, I rationalize that even the Klan didn't seek to bring the whole world under their subjection, and didn't murder millions of Jews, Rom, Slavs, Blacks, and Christians in the process. But just seeking the "purity" of their own locales isn't more righteous than anything else. They certainly have committed enough atrocities. But I still can't imagine embracing the symbol of the Nazi party and of probably the most destructive, evil man that has ever lived.

The people who usually are sporting these symbols of white supremacy are usually the saddest excuses of white people, of any people that exist, period. They usually have nothing going for them or nothing to cling to of worth inside themselves or outside of themselves other than the lack of melanin in their skin.

Jesus loves these people, too and He died on the cross for them just like He died on the cross for me. And that is what humbles me when I feel the anger well up in me when I see this symbol of evil on the motorcycle in front of me. I only hope and pray that he guides this man and others to be able to love those whom Jesus loves and died for. All of mankind.