Fury

This makes me furious. Absolutely furious.

They've arrested a suspect, and if this proves to be the murderer then I'm ready to indulge a craving for blood. Punch this asshole's ticket someone, PLEASE.

I'm sorry that Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi and Susan Sarandon would disagree. Screw it. The murderer blew his chance at living, period.

Poison the skies and the rivers and the soil. Steal our wallets and our purses and our innocence in darkened parking lots. Violate our trust. Smash our windows on Christmas and take the gifts. Vandalize and raze everything in sight, and be sure to mark your territory with pungent, booze-scented urine. Spread disease and blight and misery and woe, and get away with it while you can.

Use what's between your ears as an instrument of hate, and what's between your legs as an instrument of rape. Let all that someone once tried to teach you was sacred and pure and meaningful rot away as you chuck conscience in the name of impulses unnamed. Curse your creator and slander your parents. Walk down that path reserved solely for those who have somehow evolved beyond animals yet for whom "human" is a misnomer.

But...

DO NOT KILL A CHILD.

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Someone needs to pull a Jack Ruby on this guy.