It isn't all about me
8 Jul 2005
To paraphrase the words of a man who I don't usually find that clever.....
It is a cruel and intended irony that on the day the leaders of the eight most powerful countries met to discuss the logistics of an agreed outcome - to pardon the foreign debt of the worlds poorest countries, an act which (regardless of whether it is the best solution) in essence is in the spirit of compassion and understanding, is the same day that a highly organised group of extremists plan and execute a mission to kill and maim innocent ordinary people going about their usual daily routines.
September 11 - I cried like they were my brothers and sisters, yet I knew no-one. Thousands of innocent lives. Madrid 11 March - 191 bombed to death on a train. 12 October 2003 when the Sari club in Bali was bombed killing at least 86 of my countrymen and some 126 more of your brothers and sisters. And now this.
I watched in sickening awe as this scene in London played itself out, the gruesome and inevitable growing list of fatalities showing up in the tasteless and disgusting media feeding frenzy.
There are so many things wrong with what is happening in the world today I can't even begin. The reports that the British emergency services have performed an outstanding and highly professional job give cold comfort, although they make me proud anyway.
Make no mistake, there are millions of people in this world that hate the western lifestyle and beliefs enough to strap explosives to themselves and happily make the ultimate sacrifice in order to make their point. Their mothers are proud. They see victory in the destruction of our families and our sense of security. I'm not speculating on who has the moral ground - I'm saying this is wrong, wrong, wrong.
The search for Osama Bin Laden has been put in the too hard basket, duplitiously substituted for a war in Iraq which doesn't stand up to political scrutiny. In response, Iraqi troops slice off the heads of our civilian prisoners and film it for us all to watch on CNN, although this is unrelated to the bombings of which I speak now.
I beleive in a religion that teaches me to turn the other cheek, and so I continue to do so. Ask not to be consoled as to console. Love your enemy. Do good to those who hate you.
Because in doing so, you will prove that you will never, never, never, never, surrender.
Hug your kids and loved ones tight tonight - this is the context of their future.
It is a cruel and intended irony that on the day the leaders of the eight most powerful countries met to discuss the logistics of an agreed outcome - to pardon the foreign debt of the worlds poorest countries, an act which (regardless of whether it is the best solution) in essence is in the spirit of compassion and understanding, is the same day that a highly organised group of extremists plan and execute a mission to kill and maim innocent ordinary people going about their usual daily routines.
September 11 - I cried like they were my brothers and sisters, yet I knew no-one. Thousands of innocent lives. Madrid 11 March - 191 bombed to death on a train. 12 October 2003 when the Sari club in Bali was bombed killing at least 86 of my countrymen and some 126 more of your brothers and sisters. And now this.
I watched in sickening awe as this scene in London played itself out, the gruesome and inevitable growing list of fatalities showing up in the tasteless and disgusting media feeding frenzy.
There are so many things wrong with what is happening in the world today I can't even begin. The reports that the British emergency services have performed an outstanding and highly professional job give cold comfort, although they make me proud anyway.
Make no mistake, there are millions of people in this world that hate the western lifestyle and beliefs enough to strap explosives to themselves and happily make the ultimate sacrifice in order to make their point. Their mothers are proud. They see victory in the destruction of our families and our sense of security. I'm not speculating on who has the moral ground - I'm saying this is wrong, wrong, wrong.
The search for Osama Bin Laden has been put in the too hard basket, duplitiously substituted for a war in Iraq which doesn't stand up to political scrutiny. In response, Iraqi troops slice off the heads of our civilian prisoners and film it for us all to watch on CNN, although this is unrelated to the bombings of which I speak now.
I beleive in a religion that teaches me to turn the other cheek, and so I continue to do so. Ask not to be consoled as to console. Love your enemy. Do good to those who hate you.
Because in doing so, you will prove that you will never, never, never, never, surrender.
Hug your kids and loved ones tight tonight - this is the context of their future.
posted by knitabulous at Friday, July 08, 2005 |
