No we can't all get along. Move on to Plan B.

Here we go again, and so far Jon Stewart is most correct:

"We have to peer into the abyss of the depraved violence that we do to each other and the nexus of a gaping racial wound that will not heal yet we pretend doesn’t exist.  I’m confident though, that by acknowledging it, by staring into that, and seeing it for what it is we still won’t do jackshit. Yeah, that’s us.”

To answer Rodney King's now famous 1992 plea,  "People, I just want to say, can't we all get along? Can't we all get along?":

No we can't all get along.  Move on to Plan B. 

We will never all get along.  We are animals and tribes, all.  Acquiring the evolution of reason or rationality does not erase appetites or instincts.  We are mindlessly connected to our mish-mash of genes and evolution like an iPhone6.  There will always and forever be mistrust and suspicion, prejudice and hate. These will be defined as racism, LGBT-phobia, sexism, and all the other terms that incorporate a single idea: who we are and will always be.  

Not you, of course, not me, of course.  But many and forever.  IT will always exist.  

So, beyond the kumbuya rhetoric and impossible dream of us all one day magically getting along, how will we opt to manage this reality? 

It's the empty rhetoric we engage in that keeps us from ever having to do anything at all. Me, right now.  This is us.  I've said my piece.  My job is done here.  I might have a cocktail later.   

PS. What reason knows.