As Bostonians lock their doors and police break out their heavy gear, going from street to street in search of a 19-year-old Chechnian(?) young man of Muslim persuassion armed with guns and bombs, those of us in relatively nearby towns sit and wait for further news. Perhaps because I live in one of the towns with a great big prison in it, this does not seem quite so odd, but it must be terrifying for most people who have not had time to develop some sort of psychological callous to it over the years. I do not feel the fear of it so much as a great deal of grief.
These two brothers deliberately targeted children and women in their efforts to bring their religion's problems into our nation's borders. These men are not heroes, they are merely cowards and murderers of the lowest and vilest degree. You cannot shame such as they have become because they are no longer capable of feeling shame. They lost that ability when they gave up their humanity and chose to kill and slaughter and maim in such heinous fashion. It is to the credit of God and humanity that the younger brother is being offered a chance to reclaim some vestige of his soul by those who persue him; being called upon to surrender before he kills again for no other reason than the unadulterated hatred that has become his only religion and will, ultimately, bring about a miserable and vainglorious, tragic and pathetic end to a life barely lived. I hope he surrenders and deprives that which drives him of its blood lusting feast on the tortured remains of his soul.
It was on a beautiful day such as this that the Twin Towers came down.
Somehow, may you know true peace, true love.
Izzlebug
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