Friday September 3, 2004
It’s hard to find any common ground of humanity with a man who looks along the sights of a rifle, takes aim at a fleeing, terrified child, and pulls the trigger. It’s hard to feel any kind of kinship with a man who packs 30 grams of plastic explosive into a bottle along with enough nails, screws, bolts and nuts to make a flesh-ripping bomb which he then places next to a group of school kids he holds captive. It’s impossible to understand a philosophy or any kind of thought process that can justify doing either.
God, they say, works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. Well, ok. I’ve seen enough mystery. Isn’t it time for a wonder or two? Please? Sir?