Genetically speaking, there is no “them”.  We are all the same gooey mass of fleshy, bony, hairy, liquidy parts, stylized by multiple environmental factors and random mutations, but upon microscopic, (make that atomic microscopic), scrutiny…family. Somehow, in the 2,000,000 to 10,000,000 years, (that seems to be the best estimate of great-great-great-great…great-granddaddy’s first appearance), since the dawn of humankind, we have become more dysfunctional than any Hollywood ‘home-for-the-holidays’ familial disaster.  We have misused our slimy grey brainy thing to manifest bogus reasons for taking issue with the superficial differences in our physical and emotive natures and to create imaginary and exclusionary groups of special powers and privilege:

The Jews:Chosen

Christians:Unable to commit an unforgivable act

Budhists/Hindus:Keep coming back until they get it right

Mormons:Please

Scientologists:Give me a break

Muslims:Allah says, take two giant banana steps

The P word, (that would be peace, not penis), gets bandied about like some elusive greased piggy and in glorified speech after speech held up as the prize once we can all embrace and be tolerant of our differences.  It’s elusive because it’s premise is baseless.  Peace, real peace is only possible when we accept that we are all just us.