Thread: Killing of Australian baseball player

Our commander and Cheif has yet to speak about these maggots...don't know if he will...the deceased are the wrong color.

Originally Posted by cahnwulf

I hadn't read about that. So much senseless violence. This, the Aussie and the two teens that shot a lady's infant in the face after a failed robbery attempt. Its a wonder how any of us retain any faith in humanity left.

I live in China , I have no faith left in humanity. last month a guy who was in a hurry to park illegally got angry at the lady who was tending to her two year child in a pram, got out his car yelled at the lady picked up her kid and smashed him on the ground killing him. Oh and it happend again recently in the last two weeks except this time is was a cop who did it .
I could go on for hours with news of this sort from china so this faith you mention its not in my vocabulary at all .

Originally Posted by Hirlau

...Prevention is key & it starts with the parents...

I like your thoughts but I'd like to differ just slightly. I feel it starts with ALL of us. It's about our day to day interactions with our kids, our families our workmates, friends, associates. The people in their cars on the street, in the elevator, at the pub and coffee shop. It's not about retribution, locking them up, 'Bubba' the cell mate or the 'banned' subject. It's about love.

In regards to 'Bubba', I read the other day an article about prison rape as a means of control and proving your 'ranking'. The article talked of the astonishingly quick time between a victim of prison rape becoming a rapist. I believe from memory it can happen in only months. Throwing people in jail and hoping they are assaulted can only make things worse. The deed (the killing) has already been done.

Two weeks ago a guy stood in front of me; shook my hand, thanked me for all I'd done in my job, and swore he would NEVER be back, he wanted to get out to live with his girlfriend and 8 month old daughter. He was anguished he wasn't with them. We talked of the colour scheme for his family room he was planning on painting. He was back again around a week and a half later.

I get SICK of seeing them again. And again. And again. Sick and tired of it. They come back all sheepish, with scabs on their faces, gaunt, dull eyes, odd looking. They blame the cops, the lawyer, the system. "What ELSE was I supposed to do?" they say.

I get sick and tired and disgusted at the reports I have to read, about what they did. And to whom. And when. And how many times. And with what. I get sick of reading the astonishing shopping list of drugs 'a bottle of spirits, and a carton of beer, and a bag of dope, 200 bucks of heroin, some ecstasy for the weekend, some this and that, he regurgitates his drugs and sells the gastric juices to me and I dry them out on cellophane and then mix them with whatever and inject them.' Nice.

I get sick of it all. I get sick of reading that Prisoner X was given an injection of heroin for his 13th birthday by his mother. Some f$5#king mother. I wonder what Prisoner X thinks about mothers' day. I wonder if he sends her a card.

I get sick of looking into their faces when they have black eyes and blood on their faces and they know I know they've just been bashed but they pretend to be happy and pretend I can't see it and don't know it and I pretend as well. And I pretend to be happy too, and make ridiculous 'black humour' jokes and wonder if I'm still sane, really. And then on Friday I say "Have a good weekend, as best you're able" and walk out whistling 'Oh Happy Day' and go home and at night I think about him and his black eyes and broken skin and really I just weep inside. It doesn't work. The 'system' doesn't work. Bubba or no Bubba.

We don't care enough, we don't.

Yeah, I know this is emotive and I know I'm wrong and shallow and stupid. Don't bother having a go at me about it, I won't care.

Originally Posted by carlmaloschneider

I like your thoughts but I'd like to differ just slightly. I feel it starts with ALL of us. It's about our day to day interactions with our kids, our families our workmates, friends, associates. The people in their cars on the street, in the elevator, at the pub and coffee shop. It's not about retribution, locking them up, 'Bubba' the cell mate or the 'banned' subject. It's about love.

In regards to 'Bubba', I read the other day an article about prison rape as a means of control and proving your 'ranking'. The article talked of the astonishingly quick time between a victim of prison rape becoming a rapist. I believe from memory it can happen in only months. Throwing people in jail and hoping they are assaulted can only make things worse. The deed (the killing) has already been done.

Two weeks ago a guy stood in front of me; shook my hand, thanked me for all I'd done in my job, and swore he would NEVER be back, he wanted to get out to live with his girlfriend and 8 month old daughter. He was anguished he wasn't with them. We talked of the colour scheme for his family room he was planning on painting. He was back again around a week and a half later.

I get SICK of seeing them again. And again. And again. Sick and tired of it. They come back all sheepish, with scabs on their faces, gaunt, dull eyes, odd looking. They blame the cops, the lawyer, the system. "What ELSE was I supposed to do?" they say.

I get sick and tired and disgusted at the reports I have to read, about what they did. And to whom. And when. And how many times. And with what. I get sick of reading the astonishing shopping list of drugs 'a bottle of spirits, and a carton of beer, and a bag of dope, 200 bucks of heroin, some ecstasy for the weekends, some this and that, he regurgitates his drugs and sells the gastric juices to me and I dry them out of cellophane and then mix them with whatever and inject them.' Nice. I get sick of it all. I get sick of reading that Prisoner X was given an injection of heroin for his 13th birthday by his mother. Some f$5#king mother. I wonder what Prisoner X thinks about mothers' day.

I get sick of looking into their faces when they have black eyes and blood on their faces and they know I know they've just been bashed but they pretend to be happy and pretend I can't see it and don't know it and I pretend as well. And I pretend to be happy too, and make ridiculous 'black humour' jokes and wonder if I'm still sane, really. And then on Friday I say "Have a good weekend, as best you're able" and walk out whistling 'Oh Happy Day' and go home and at night I think about him and his black eyes and broken skin and really I just weep inside. It doesn't work. The 'system' doesn't work. Bubba or no Bubba.

We don't care enough, we don't.

Yeah, I know this is emotive and I know I'm wrong and shallow and stupid. Don't bother having a go at me about it, I won't care.

Carl,
I wanted to like, and thank you for your post, but neither really seems appropriate, if you know what I mean.
I nearly started on a big rant then, but I won't because I dont know where or if I would stop, and whether any of it would make sense by the end.
I am sick of all the hate in the world too.

Thanks Carl for your heartfelt writing. I agree with you. - we ALL have a personal responsibility. Still evil exists and we must learn to lessen its influence in our lives.

Originally Posted by BanjoTom

Thanks Carl for your heartfelt writing. I agree with you. - we ALL have a personal responsibility. Still evil exists and we must learn to lessen its influence in our lives.

Thanks. Of course, you're right. But how do we lessen it's influence? We can't put it on an island. Years ago when I was young I wanted to live on an island. I loved the Simon and Garfunkel song "I am a rock". That's me, I thought. Exactly. I'm a rock. I want to be apart from every one and every thing. I can do it. I just have to learn to hate everyone.

I used to write myself notes 'remember not to talk to mum and dad tomorrow'. 'Remember not to talk at school unless you HAVE to'. 'Remember not to smile'.

I took solitude in nature. Dogs understood me, so did the birds, from afar...and I understood them (but not people) from afar. From my island.

Unfortunately my island started to be eroded by tales of cutting all the trees down, and some sort of hole in the sky, and we didn't have enough oil, and all those Asian people are going to come down here and take my house and my books and dog and kill mum and dad and my brother and there will be no bees and we'll all die and I got scared and started to hate some additional people, and added 'corporations' to the list of the hated. No solitude...

Some weirdo guy at some point in time a little while ago said some sort of ridiculous thing about loving your enemy and it sort of struck a chord with a few people. I like the idea but clearly I'm still coming to grips with it. I'm unsure now if I HATE or if I just DESPISE the world. Maybe despising is acceptable? It's less 'active' maybe?

Of course, since that original guy with that 'loving' idea a lot of guys wanted to write up a rule book and shit, and then there was a split 'cause some of the guys thought that there should be different rules. Now there's a whole BUNCH of different rule books and clubs.

Anyway, what that original guy said in the beginning still rings true, maybe.

Sorry about that, I'm off to bed now, but I'd also like to juxtapose that previous point with something completely different, a quote from Pulp Fiction. It's in the beginning of the movie. The quote is "That's pride F*&ing with you". Maybe when we get angry and we want retribution it's pride F*&ing with us.

Maybe.

Originally Posted by edhewitt

Carl,
I wanted to like, and thank you for your post, but neither really seems appropriate, if you know what I mean.
I nearly started on a big rant then, but I won't because I dont know where or if I would stop, and whether any of it would make sense by the end.
I am sick of all the hate in the world too.

You may have realised I generally don't care if I make sense, I just SAY stuff. I find it works out best that way. Sometimes when I read back what I wrote I get tears in my eyes, 'cause I really, really mean it.

Carl - I couldn't agree with you more. And those people won't change unless they genuinely WANT to change. It has to be down to the pits of their soul. I used to be into a lot of stuff that i'm not proud of. (nothing violent) I didn't come from a perfect home and it did affect me. But I had a moment of clarity, took a good look at myself and broke down. I spent the next several months busting my hump to build myself back to a person that I could be proud of. It isn't easy... there are three key ingredients that are needed by someone to get their life on track.

The WANT to change.
The WILL to change.
..and the LOVE for yourself or from someone else to change.

If you have those three things - you can accomplish whatever you set your mind to. I'm a firm believer that a person can change... I'm a product of it.

Those that go around this world with a chip on their shoulder...
Those with a "F' it" attitude...
Those with no idea where to begin...

I wish for them all to have that same moment of clarity that I did... hopefully before it hurts someone else.

Originally Posted by nessmuck

Our commander and Cheif has yet to speak about these maggots...don't know if he will...the deceased are the wrong color.

"Of course, Obama felt the need to use his bully pulpit to tell the nation that if he "had a son...he woudl look like Trayvon."

However, the president did not feel the need to extend his sympathies when a former U.S. Marine was allegedly beaten to death by a group of black men in Georgia.

Nor did the Justice Department take action when the New Black Panthers announced a $10,000 bounty on the head of George Zimmerman, distributing "dead or alive" flyers."

Attorney General Eric Holder refuses to apply the law equally - Norfolk Crime | Examiner.com

Originally Posted by cahnwulf

...

The WANT to change.
The WILL to change.
..and the LOVE for yourself or from someone else to change.

If you have those three things - you can accomplish whatever you set your mind to. I'm a firm believer that a person can change... I'm a product of it.

...

Great post. I think the love has to be from someone else. I think we need to learn to respect those who don't deserve respect, for that shows love. I think that's the building block actually; the want and will might come after that...

Anyway, I'm no Mother Teresa, I have no answers, only rants ;-)

I should go to bed, to think and say 'God bless us all' silently to myself in a despairing, sighing manner...