Humanity’s Blood. Our Hands.

What I need to say has already been said a thousand ways, a thousand times a thousand times, yet I still keep hoping to find the one way to say it right, and make people understand.



Does it matter to you if this man is Jewish, Palestinian, Iraqi or Anglo?


Is this justice, collateral damage because your cause is just?



Do you understand these men’s need for a Pure State where everyone looked like them, were of the same ethnicity and they could ensure that they would always have majority rule forever?  Do you think the below are the cost of freedom?


Or is your case different because your motives are somehow “Purer”? Is anyones? Is the US’s?


Are any of these less vile than the others or justifiable?








Check the site meter here, or even anywhere you blog sometime… people visit from UAE, the Sudan, Israel, all over the world, and before you speak…


Think about the fact you may be speaking (and imagine looking into their eyes) to a direct relative of any of the people in my essay.


I do not care who said what anymore, or who fucking started it.


How can the world be so monstrous, you may ask sometimes. Look at how we treat eachother.


If these pictures don’t bring tears to your eyes, if you feel no revulsion of what humanity does to eachother; I don’t even want to fucking know you.


There isn’t only one monster, and no group of people have to answer for the actions of any one man.  But we do answer, eventually, for what we choose to do ourselves.



It starts inside each of us.



Be the difference.  Make the difference.  Respect all human suffering.  Respect eachother.  Love yourselves. Stop the Flames.

No more War

1 comments

    • Diane G on November 12, 2007 at 16:54
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    a breakfast of tears, and hope for peace starting one soul at a time.

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