06-01-2005, 04:54 PM
Sacrifice? How?
**Scratches chin**
How was that a sacrifice? Applying a flowery term for it only detracts from what it is. That boy was murdered by some penis craniums. Just like those four little girls that got blown up in that church.
He didn't make plans to die for the good of the world... He was abducted, beaten, sodomized I might add, (That's not good for the, ahem, white cause, so a lot of folk leave that out of the story) tied up with barbed wire, and killed. His face had been carved off, as was his ears. He was graphically mutilated. He was sexually mutilated. He was so damn chewed up that nobody could recognise him. He was horrific to look upon, but his mother wanted an open casket so people could see what hate does to human beings. It was hard to even be certain that it was actually him...
HE HAD BEEN SKINNED ALIVE DAMNIT.
Just something to think about over coffee.
What if it was your child... It's easy to feel indifference, just so long as it's not your own.
That's not an accusation at anybody. It's just something to think about. A little something to muse over. It's easy to shrug something off when it does not effect us directly.
Feel a little compassion and love. :mellow:
**Scratches chin**
How was that a sacrifice? Applying a flowery term for it only detracts from what it is. That boy was murdered by some penis craniums. Just like those four little girls that got blown up in that church.
He didn't make plans to die for the good of the world... He was abducted, beaten, sodomized I might add, (That's not good for the, ahem, white cause, so a lot of folk leave that out of the story) tied up with barbed wire, and killed. His face had been carved off, as was his ears. He was graphically mutilated. He was sexually mutilated. He was so damn chewed up that nobody could recognise him. He was horrific to look upon, but his mother wanted an open casket so people could see what hate does to human beings. It was hard to even be certain that it was actually him...
HE HAD BEEN SKINNED ALIVE DAMNIT.
Just something to think about over coffee.
What if it was your child... It's easy to feel indifference, just so long as it's not your own.
That's not an accusation at anybody. It's just something to think about. A little something to muse over. It's easy to shrug something off when it does not effect us directly.
Feel a little compassion and love. :mellow:
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."