People kill people. We’ve been doing it since the beginning. But sometimes, the way we do it horrifies me.
They were burning him as if playing a normal street game. A few kept him pinned down to the ground while others poured petrol on him. After kicking him to the content of their hearts they torched him. With a burning body, he ran here and there. Someone brought a burning tire and with the help of a long rod and put it around his neck, receiving a great round of applause. They clapped and they chatted. There was no sound coming from him. He just ran like a giant flame, aimlessly flailing his arms in order to capture something in the air. They playfully avoided him, giggling, joking. Then he fell on the ground, giving up the fight against the unknown demons.”
Read the full entry, and then consider your own humanity. Consider how you want to die, if you have the choice. I have.
The America haters out there will want to tell me how much of American history is filled with similar scenes. I already know. I’m cognizant of national and world history. I also know what is in my heart. I could never set someone on fire and laugh at them while they died. I couldn’t stand by and watch while others committed such an act. I would try to kill them all. That is my nature.