It's hard not to imagine the rest of the world boiling with as much anger and disgust as I feel when I read and hear about all the IS (or whatever the hell acronym they decided on) atrocities swirling around in the media.
They beheaded innocent kidnapped Japanese men, one of whom was an exceptionally compassionate and courageous journalist. Most people would not leave the safety and warmth of home and family to look for a captured friend and investigate a horrific war zone. Even his past war stories focused on the human casualties of war, especially children. It's almost like he was just too ahead of his time ... too good and too true for what was going on around him. He even used his own money to do his reporting.
Then came the unimaginable burning of a Jordanian man who wasn't even 30 yet. Burned alive in a cage. I try to imagine this happening to a loved one and the thought is crippling. I cannot even begin to wonder how his parents and siblings feel.
And still more abductions, more deaths ...
Such instant rage when I think of this. How can you not want revenge? To hurt and disfigure these shitheads a million times more than what they've already done to innocents ... No wonder they've now got all kinds of people wanting them gone ... way to piss off all the nations of the world.
I try to focus on one of the recent quotes circulating from the online archives of the murdered Japanese journalist himself:
"Hate is not for humans. That is what I learned from my Arabic brothers and sisters."
-Kenji Goto
But I'm still pissed. And I admittedly take some satisfaction in heads of state setting aside their differences and putting their heads together to fight. Haters unite! (For now.)
Mind Farts
-until the suicides started being covered in the news recently, I had no idea how high the rates were for first responders! paramedics and cops and firefighters are the ones we depend on to save our lives but who is going to save theirs? :(
-ok happy thoughts ... i went to the waterpark recently and it was like being a kid again. i actually haven't gone since i was a kid. going on waterslides is a little different as an adult and i'm still too chicken to go on the crazy ones with the crazy drops. my favourite part was being in a tube in the wavepool and ramming into random people without fault. close second: when everyone squeals at the wave horn!
-the smell of chlorine induces ketchup cravings in me. it stems from my childhood days of swimming lessons and being ravenous afterwards, which led to the buying of ketchup chips from the vending machine. i can still remember my pruney pool fingers turning red with ketchup seasoning :)
-more happy thoughts ... Hachi's latest development: he is obsessed with chasing after the ball (he used to stare blankly at balls being thrown)! now we just need to figure out how to get him to bring it back directly (on a good day he will drop the ball ahead in your path)
-post-daycare Hachi:
