Boston

My heart goes out to everyone affected by the events in Boston today. So senseless.
I was surprised by all the talk about whether it was officially a "terrorist" attack or not. In my mind it is, just because of what it was. Doesn't matter whether it was foreign or domestic. I'd call it the same thing if a disgruntled postal worker was the culprit as opposed to a religious extremist.
If I'm following the prototypical formula, now is the time that I would spew my hatred in writing toward those that are responsible...

But I won't. I just won't give them the satisfaction.

I know I'm not alone in feeling angry about what happened, but I know I'm also not alone in feeling pity. Pity for someone who lacks basic compassion and empathy for the rest of the human race. Someone who has had such a lack of fundamental emotional structure in their life, that they think this action is acceptable in order to prove their point. From a psychological point of view, I can't help but think that it's someone who doesn't know what it's like to love, or be loved. Because no person that has truly experienced either, could be capable of such things.

 

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