That's what they taught me in the Boy Scouts. Problem is, there is no way to prepare yourself for your own stupidity.
You are supposed to recognize the mistakes of the past and not repeat them. Everybody knows that. And still, we do repeat them.
Hard to explain it. How can we be so dumb? Years and years and years ago we made the same mistake. We vowed we would never do that again, and yet we did. How do you explain that? Anxiety? Too much time on our hands? Despair? Thinking too much? Thinking too little? Thinking not at all?
Too much pressure? Too little? No humility? No perspective? No damn clue?
Of course, we just say that. Our excuse is, in fact, that we have no excuse.
Which makes it God's fault. If He would simply have provided us with an excuse to begin with...
But then, really, how much can we expect of God, eh? He's Mr. Excuse himself. He's Mr. Finger Pointer incarnate.
"It's Man's fault, Goddammit!" He says. "No wait a minute. Make that Woman's fault.
And, of course, he's been talking to George W. Bush.
Did you ever get the feeling that God only talks to people dumb enough to listen to Him?