Bad Murders

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I suppose there isn't anything that can be considered a good murder, is there?

Just thinking of the black kid in Florida who was killed by a neighborhood watch group just because he was a "bleeping coon," as his murderer put it.

The 17-year-old had Skittles in his pocket and was talking to his girlfriend when his life was snuffed out by a guy who said that he was fearing for his own life.

Just horrible.

Makes me wanna' puke.

And then there's the soldier who killed 16 Afghanistan civilians because he went a little around the bend because he had been deployed four times and suffered a brain injury. He busted in and just started slaughtering people.

Just awful.

Makes me wanna' throw up.

You know what's worse?

I actually heard guys talking about how both of the killings were justified.

Don't shake your head, there are people who truly feel that way.

And not just a few people.

"All's fair in love and war," the lame brain said on the construction site when the subject of the soldier deaths came up.

On Martin Luther King Jr. day there are people who have repeated this joke:

"Kill four more and we can take the whole week off."

Disgusting.

And I hope that people are just trying to make sense of things. Even in war shooting little kids in the head, no matter where they had the fortune or misfortune to be born, is horrific, heinous, disgusting, horrible, and pathetic.

"That poor soldier should have never been over there."

Perhaps.

What he did can't be explained away though.

And the neighborhood watch guy?

What we fail to remember is that we all have the right to live free and prosper. That is why the racial profiling is wrong...yes, even in cases of those damn towel heads riding on the plane next to you. Especially when the guy doing the profiling is just another citizen.

I don't get the hate, I suppose.

And I don't wanna' think about it anymore.

It upsets my stomach.

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