Lets face it. Humanity sucks. Knowing the price we all pay for the pre-meditated loss of one, even a lesser one, still we kill.
Worse than animals we are…we kill for pleasure, for the glories of victory, for satisfaction, for the justification of revenge. Sometimes we find a noble purpose for taking a life. And we always make a distinction between murder and killing. We send our boys to die in war for the freedom back home to kill abortion doctors. Justified? Only in the most twisted of minds.
I saw enough crosses on TV this Memorial Day to last several life times. And I have two funerals this week. That’s a lot of dying…so why speed it up or hasten it for others.
Why die exponentially after a visit to a local emergency room? Why climb a tower and snipe away the lives of innocents? Why walk around with a bomb attached? Why work for BP – they kill their employees, don’t they! Or work in a mine? (Did you forget already that last coalmine disaster?) Are there any creative minds out there that can bring into a backwater Appalachian town a profitable industry – a co-op, not a corporation? They could make banjos, after all.
Actually, I think we’re screwed, will never rise above the beasts and will never ever produce enough vaccines, great works of art or humanitarian accomplishments to counter the effects of a bullet, landmine or high flying bombed up drone.
Well, at least there will be an infinite number of more Memorial Days and hence a great opportunity to invite friends over for a backyard Bar-B-Que. And, wave the flag. And, remember that we once cried when a soldier fell in pursuit of life. Or, is it death?