What has seemed an eternity has eventuated. That point of contact that you thought you may never receive has been initiated. Bewildered you stand in awe as a phone call places a missing loved one only a street away from the position you are at in that moment in time. The approach of a timid figure, the overwhelming wash of emotion and an embrace you will remember for an eternity.
Set for execution are those responsible for the Bali bombings. I was listening to a late night talk back show on the radio which discussed this issue. The host is normally opposed to the death penalty but openly stated that his opinion on this matter was the inverse. Callers were in support and even claimed to want to witness the executions.
I am against the executions and the death penalty. What I heard on the radio station was nothing more than blood lust and revenge. What is more, you are granting those to be executed the level of martyrdom, something that they have openly expressed to want and ironically tried to avoid by exhausting every avenue of appeal. By keeping them alive and incarcerated you are keeping them as examples to the world that these people are really cowards and that they will die in a cell not as a martyr but a prisoner of a crime against humanity. What is more, by keeping them alive, their supporters expose themselves. The amount of intelligence that can be gained by motioning supporters has the potential to prevent any future occurrence. By granting these people their martyrdom will give silent examples anti social cells to follow and provide them with anonymity to move freely.
Our goal is supposed to be preventing anther Bali, 9/11, London and Spain bombings. Not cry and lust for revenge for such incidents that may be yet to come. To do so is to make the innocent victims die in vein. They are the true martyrs and have the capacity to be heroes in the way we deal with and exposing anti social cells.
I am just minutes on form talking to the police in front of my parent’s house. A man who seemed to be intoxicated asked me for help because he was being followed. Now every story has two sides and what I could see that there was a man and a young boy walking the bottom of the street.
The man that had approached me went to his friend’s place across the road and who had just arrived while I rang the police at his request. While he was across the road another man, apart form the one accompanying the child turned up and confronted him. All I could hear form my vantage point were claims of pedophilia and threats of physical injury to this man.
I had not seen the event in question so I was in no place to judge. If the claims were true I would be first in line to condemn the man who had asked for my assistance. But now the men confronting the one who asked for my assistance grew in number and his friend had asked him to leave. The group was joined by women and another boy.
During all this my mother and grand mother arrived home form church. The police arrived and while my family was in the house, none came out. Instead all they did was to close the front door, effectively locking me out of the house while I kept vigil to see this man did not get hurt and his side of the story be told.
There is the hypocrisy. So called Christians getting the opportunity to practice what they preach and the best they could do was close the door.
The confrontation ended peacefully for those who are interested and the parties went their separate ways.
There is a line in the Indiana Jones films that rings true. While standing before a class he announces that “Archeology is the search for ‘Fact’, not truth”. He then suggests that if his students are looking for “truth” that they attend the theology class down the hall. What he failed to mention is that the meaning of fact is subject to its interpretation. Hence making it, almost, as meaningless at truth as you have to have some faith in the interpretation for it to be true.
This all goes beyond the scope of what I am ranting about. My rant is based on the actual experiences and patterns that I have observed when confronting people with “fact”. Gone are the days of honor, where a person would admit to a fact and face the consequences of their actions. We live in a world of paranoia where the facing of a face it met with shock. “Facts”, are now seen as a danger. A person is unwilling to accept responsibility for having their hand caught in the cookie jar. Like a cornered animal it will evoke the fight or fight syndrome. With the only way out being past you, they will barge at you to get past or fight with mud. This is an understanding that I came to long ago. My reactions of understanding the actions were not understood by a friend in a recent conversation.
I had an incident that my primitive actions would have been to do physical harm to the perpetrator of a crime toward me. My understanding of their reactions to the facts was greeted quizzically and not really understood. What they don’t understand is that I have invited to battle and the first thing to do is understand my enemy. If I react on instinct then all I achieve is a brawl with either no end or a best man standing situation. I can charge in with justifiable demands and enter his battle ground. I can expend my resources in skirmishes that would be best used in a crushing blow. As they are backed into a corner and wish to sling mud, I can listen to where they believe my weaknesses are. I can let them divulge their battle plan for the mess they have caused. In so, they show their weaknesses and vulnerabilities. The more desperate their justifications are the more unstable their battle ground becomes.
I have no time for truth anymore but fact. It seems that truth is the area in faith and I have lost my faith in humanity but have learned to understand its predatory mechanisms.
My reaction to a feminist's comments that men would not like advisements demeaning the size of their manhood. Well a NSW government have been doing it for a while now.
To all those wanting to know my reaction to the lesbian couple suing an IVF doctor for a second twin, there it is. They lost their case in the Supreme Court and I am tired of interviews tying to justify their behavior. Why are they now not under investigation by the relevant authorities as suitable parents and have both children removed form their care? And, what if, the doctor had terminated one of the children and its behavior was not to their liking, would they have tried to sue the doctor for terminating the wrong twin?
They are reported as saying that they were deeply disappointed with the courts decision. That is understandable; they didn’t get a man to pay for raising their child. Which makes them no different form any other single mother that expects the same.
To their clams over relationship stress caused by having a twin: I have already given my suggestion.
Why do some keep hassling for results while hindering the process? Again I am faced with the questions as to when something will be ready by the very people that have moved the equipment that I need for the job. When I ask for said equipment, invariably I get the same answer. They do not know and will not lift a finger to help find it. Even when it was they that moved it and what right did they have to touch it in the fist place.
I am tired of finding hiding places for things that I do not want others to touch but it has come to that. I have an order in which I keep things and a system to approach jobs. Now my little cashes are being raided. What sick pleasure do people get out of making two second jobs last for hours in the searching for equipment that should be at hand.
I was a party to a conversation that made me reflect. There was a time where I felt nothing more than a hollow shell. Where my clothes shrouded nothing more than a shroud for an empty being and my mind pondered the notion of making the outer shell match the inner nothingness. This refection gave me an insight to a dark world I thought was the realm of cowards. Had I not experienced a situation that drove me to this contemplation I would still feel the same. Yet does this knowledge make me wiser or weaker?
There are some things that you can’t put a price on and moments you would never expect to be so valuable.
Weather you identify yourself as the horse pulling the load or the driver, one universal constant remains: sometimes you just need to stop and take a break.
With the coming of the new morning we remember that those we love are not with us. Despite the absence of their physical presence, we carry their memory as they trail a new path. For those that we love are never gone we only need to close our eyes to see them now.
