posted on Oct, 1 2009 @ 07:17 PM
Sometimes I think it's very hard for us to look in the mirror. We struggle to be 'enlightened', compassionate, evolved, but there is little
escaping our true nature. In the instance of this event, our brotherhood with the sharks is obvious, and the vultures, and the wild dogs. Mob rules.
I applaud your involvement, SD, however cautiously minimal, and I know you didn't do what you did for accolades. The reality that the world, even
just our country is a vast place, with millions in need is overwhelming. A pile of crap so large that it's difficult to know from where to take the
first shovel full.
When a nation has turned it's back on it's people, a community turned it's back on it's old woman, it's hard to have any faith in a magical
'goodness' of mankind. What I see is a dog eating its own vomit. (present company excluded, SD)
When I read this story and see your pictures, I'm angry. I'm hopeless and helpless. My hands are around the last scraps of bread I can scrounge to
feed my children, my lungs hurt from holding my breath in the cesspool that this country has become.
Gangs of children beat each other to death with boards while others watch, and FILM, and say 'damn.' Vulturous swarms of greedy, unfeeling,
blood-sucking opportunist crapbags pick clean the bones of an old woman who wanted to DIE before she got to that point. Rather than offer a hand, they
take her books, her memories, everything she had left. She was too weak and tired to fight off the pack of damn animals, and that's all they were
damned animals.
We are overdue for a plague of biblical proportions. The universe has a way of correcting itself I think. It's time for it to pull out the eraser.
I want vengeance. I want to see the prick with the book PAY for his casual browsing of someone else's things.
My trouble, as disturbing as 'he' is to me, as heartbreaking as they ALL are to me, is that I'm looking in the mirror. I see my OWN hatred, my OWN
lack of compassion, my OWN selfishness, my OWN greed and my OWN opportunistic willingness to profit at someone else's misfortune. I really want to
pick that splinter out of the eyeball of mankind, but I can't see it real well due to the log in mine.
Everything happens for a reason. Everything. I may not like it. I may squirm in my chair when I see it, but for some reason, I MUST see it. You HAD to
see this today, SD, because, as I'm sure you have figured out, we ALL had to see it. Maybe, just maybe, a millionth of the of population of this
country has experienced, thanks to your willingness to walk through the pain, something that will have a profound impact on the way we live our lives.
I hate you for it, and I love you for it. Thanks, Brother.