Jan 09, 2011 22:46
Occasionaly swear word to follow. Censor asteriks in place.
Look through the history books and you can find so many examples of violence and bloodshed. From our hominicid ancestors eating each other, to the acts of Vlad the Impaler and the Ottoman Empire, to the Hundred Years War and the Witch hunts, mixed in with the war between England and France (a consequence of this being the deportation of the Acadiens), right up to the first and second World Wars, and now the fight going on in Afghanistan and Iraq.
What has brought me to this tangent? A news report, just today, about a shooting in Tucson, Arizona. Some mentally-deranged idiot, not liking what a local political branch had to say, took his gun to a speech being given by a local congresswoman outside a supermarket, and shot twenty people, killing six. He obviously didn't give a sh*t who he was targeting, as the politicians present were not his only victims.
A NINE-YEAR OLD GIRL. A perfectly innocent child, who was only there because she was interested in politics so that she could one day learn how to help her country, was MURDERED. MURDERED. I don't care what excuse the jacka** may try to use when he gets his trial, he MURDERED PEOPLE. Including a CHILD. If I had the means of seeing this guy face-to-face, I would take along a picture of the girl, and hold up in front of his face, and ask him:
"Are you proud of yourself? Do you think you accomplished something when you pulled your trigger, not taking any care where it was going, ending the live of people with families who will no longer see their loved ones? Are you proud of yourself, for ending this child's life, this child, who will never grow up to graduate from high school, fall in love, and have children of her own? Are you proud of the fact that children have been orphaned, spouses widowed, and parents losing their children?"
And I would be as pushy as possible. I am so mad right now.
Really, when are we going to learn our lessons? When will it stop? When will we look to the people next to us, the people across the borders, across the seas, and say "These are my brothers and sisters, and I love them for being the same as me. For being human."
"Toutes les guerres sont des guerres civiles, puisque tous les hommes sont frères."
All wars are civil wars, for all men are brothers.
- Les Misérables