Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.
—Mark Oliver Everett
"A thousand lies have made colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same. But all the miles that separate disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face." (Taken with instagram)
We are ALL connected.
What happens to the least of us happens to us all.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Death and murder as spectacle has never, ever, ever appealed to me and in fact, I’m sickened and saddened to see the images of Qaddafi being drug bloody through the streets after being yanked kicking and screaming…begging not to be shot from the hole he was hiding in. Hiding like the horrific coward he was.
Not sick or sad for him.
Not at all.
Not by a long shot.
Sick and sad for the people who endured his reign of terror and oppression.
Sick and sad for those who captured and murdered him.
Sick and sad for those who drag his evil, lifeless corpse through their streets tainting with his blood the paths where their children will play.
Sick and sad because even in death, murderous tyrants like Qaddafi and bin Laden and Hussein win when we as people lose our humanity in the rejoicing of murder.
Yes, even when that rejoicing is regarding the murder of evil on earth.
I realize my opinion on this is unpopular to say the least. When I expressed it after bin Laden was killed I was branded un-American more than once on FB by many of my red state neighbors. And while I can’t say that I’m sorry to have one less evil bastard drawing breath on the planet, I cannot and will not glorify it. Yes, my opinion on this is unpopular during times like these and yet, it’s the only way I get to sleep at night.
I can only hope that the Libyan people are afforded some measure of comfort knowing that he is gone from their lives forever and that they are indeed finally free. I hope that they can pull themselves together and create the nation of their dreams for future generations.
“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” - Nietzsche