08-21-2003, 03:15 PM
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to live and fight nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to die humbly for one."
Somehow, I feel that this statement is incomplete. There should be something short and to the point about worthy causes. Although, I like to think in my own mind that dying humbly should be an unbrella statement about not blowing your self to kingdom come with a jacket made out of dynamite.
Doing what I did in life, I was always ready to die for what I believed in, and still am. I never actually expected to live as long as I have, and had I known I would have survived, I would have tried to take better care of my self. :(
My own feelings and opinions on this are strong, and probably unsettling. I think those whackos who go out and blow them selves up and a bus load of children will get what they deserve, in both this life and the next. They are craven cowards. They are the worst sort of coward, doing something they have to know is morally objectionable on some level, so they take suicide as the easy way out. Some layer of the human mind has to know it is wrong. What they do makes a mockery of the peace process. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING good will ever come of their actions.
Of course, the media today only rewards events worthy of a Jerry Bruckheimer film. Suicide bombers are flashy and all the rage. Yet very little was mentioned about the Christians who died in Iraq, crucified, quite litterally crucified for their cause. Or fed to the animals. Or the Jews who died in Iraq, many of them aid workers trying to bridge the gap. Very little is being said in the mainstream media of the mass graves, one in particular that held the remains of about 10,000 people, and, according to well kept records, all of them "Enemies of Iraq," Jews. Nobody wants to talk about the foriegn aid workers killed almost on a daily basis in parts of Africa, where the governments are changed more then underwear. These people die for a cause they believe in. Giving folk food and water.
It's a good thing that MLK never lived in these times.
Somehow, I feel that this statement is incomplete. There should be something short and to the point about worthy causes. Although, I like to think in my own mind that dying humbly should be an unbrella statement about not blowing your self to kingdom come with a jacket made out of dynamite.
Doing what I did in life, I was always ready to die for what I believed in, and still am. I never actually expected to live as long as I have, and had I known I would have survived, I would have tried to take better care of my self. :(
My own feelings and opinions on this are strong, and probably unsettling. I think those whackos who go out and blow them selves up and a bus load of children will get what they deserve, in both this life and the next. They are craven cowards. They are the worst sort of coward, doing something they have to know is morally objectionable on some level, so they take suicide as the easy way out. Some layer of the human mind has to know it is wrong. What they do makes a mockery of the peace process. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING good will ever come of their actions.
Of course, the media today only rewards events worthy of a Jerry Bruckheimer film. Suicide bombers are flashy and all the rage. Yet very little was mentioned about the Christians who died in Iraq, crucified, quite litterally crucified for their cause. Or fed to the animals. Or the Jews who died in Iraq, many of them aid workers trying to bridge the gap. Very little is being said in the mainstream media of the mass graves, one in particular that held the remains of about 10,000 people, and, according to well kept records, all of them "Enemies of Iraq," Jews. Nobody wants to talk about the foriegn aid workers killed almost on a daily basis in parts of Africa, where the governments are changed more then underwear. These people die for a cause they believe in. Giving folk food and water.
It's a good thing that MLK never lived in these times.
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...."