First my thoughts and hopes go out to the victims of this cowardly, reprehensible action.
To those who committed it, to those who enabled it, to those like our Resident in Chief who are making excuses for it… you are as guilty as the ones who pulled the trigger.
See, this blind yet supportive eye our resident in chief (and too many who voted for him) would turn toward intolerance, and step to power on the backs of stupidity, ignorance, greed and hate… this is the outcome of such a policy of hate. This is your ‘wall’ made manifest.
And in an increasingly connected global economy and global thought space, stupidity spreads. Especially when supported by fools in power.
America, has shown the world how to do mass murders of its own citizens by its own citizens, a genocidal and suicidal nation, that is infecting the rest of the world. The lack of laws to keep weapons of mass destruction out of the hands of the deranged, and the addled, and the damned. A lack of laws to hold the firearm manufacturers and the estate of the culprit fiscally responsible for the lives and bodies destroyed, by a wanton act of cowardice.
America, steered by madmen, shows the rest of the world how to go mad.
The answer?
The answer to blood?
The answer to horror?
The answer to deranged madmen calling for insane walls rather than real gun control?
The answer to too many of you who actually voted for such lunacy?
The answer is simple.
The answer is to admit you have been wrong.
Wrong as an American, or a Brit, or a New Zealander or a South African.
Wrong as a Democrat.
Wrong as a Republican.
Wrong as someone who believes in hate.
Wrong as someone who believes in love.
Wrong as a Christian.
Wrong as a Muslim.
Wrong as a Jew.
Wrong as a Buddhist.
Wrong as a Nazi.
You have to question everything you believe is right, and everything you believe is wrong, and only then can you see clearly.
Because a fool and a zealot do not question.
And we live in a world of fools and zealots, who do not challenge the absolute good and the absolute evil they have mistaken for the world.
Monologues, Alan Moore said.
Monologues we have mistaken for the world.
A man walked into a holy place, and destroyed lives, for a monologue he had mistaken for the world.
For a fiction, a fabrication, that with but a moments thought to question, the absolutes of his insane plan, people dead would now be alive, and families broken would be whole.
We all want to be on the side of the angels.
Whatever angels we bend our knee to.
But the magic of the world, is it is constantly changing. And every day, every single day, we have to get up, and ask ourselves, are we good men, or bad ones. And every single day, the answer to that question, should be in doubt.
We should never wake up assuming we are on the side of the angels. Because that is the quickest way… to do the devils work.
The man who walked into that Mosque in New Zealand was absolute in his conviction, and that is what damned him. And that is what will damn us all.
Absolutes whether the quest for a wall, or the quest for lives, absolutes… fail. They fail, especially when the price is paid not by you, but by some one else.
I end where I begin.
My thoughts go out to the victims of the latest man, the latest system, of absolutes. You want to really make a difference, really stop these massacres? This is what you do.
If you are a staunch supporter of NRA, question it. If you are a staunch opponent of NRA, question it. Question your absolutes, honestly, because I believe reason, all effing evidence to the contrary, I believe reason ultimately wins.
I believe a man on a path of hate or a man on a path of love, can be the same horrible man, for lack of questioning.
The humility of doubt can save their souls. Can define their souls. Accepting nothing as absolute.
Wake up every morning asking yourself if you are a good person or a bad one, and answering it honestly. And that is how you stay out of… true evil. Avoiding Absolutism.
I’m not preaching anything to you, that I don’t do myself.
Everyday I wake up, I ask myself if I am a good man or a bad one, and the act of questioning, and the striving to be a better man, is a great way to stop from, gleefully, being… the worst of men.
That’s all I have right now.
Be well.
Heroic Times 