Let’s all celebrate because I'm mad at this guy, so I'm going to break
that guy's stuff. Even though the guy I am mad at doesn’t even know me, and I
don't even know him. But he did hurt someone who lived in a neighborhood a lot
like mine. And the kid he shot did happen to rob a place beating someone up in
the process. And instead of mentioning that the kid that was shot happened to
be stoned, let’s say that he was about to start college even though the kid was
really just enrolled at a trade school. And let’s pretended, for a moment, that
the kid who was shot happened to be a model citizen and that he really was
minding his own business as he thrust his hands in the air screaming, “don't
shoot.” Because if we pretend all this, we can also
pretend that the guy who killed the kid is a gun wielding maniac, and we the
helpless citizens should fear him. And armed with our fear we should fight him
by burning to the ground the life's work of another guy.
Poetic justice I
believe they call this.
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