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Walt Whitman was in the theatre when President Lincoln was assassinated. I hope I am never around another drop of murderous blood. The Point I wanted to be Kristal, willian clear about is...History records a bit of human nature psy/sociology etc. I'm the first in my house to admit fallibility. In fact, it may have actually been on Saturday when actor-Booth drank brandy and used his cowardly black pistol to pre-meditate the death of Abe. Let me be clear, none should kill.
I see witless hate in the audience of the world. We can make the most innocent moral, spiritual, emotional, or passionate plea for common sense, and the rt-wing turn the day into a ugly phantasmagoria carnival. Yankee ladies named Ann lived and made fortune and fame from ill-dramas then. The general hum on Life's Stage about politics, history, dramas and debate clubs...And art and craft expressions can become soiled and bastardized. We have varied personal experiences that shape and mold our (love) psyche.
The Point: Pure hate leads to actual murder. It's murder. Pure and simple, killing others we disagree with or they got oil and vinegar that we crave for our Romain and Caesar salad, O, parmesan me, boom!
It's not the bursting of a trigger-sound that spring flowers are comming? We are talking about something as equal or more serious. You see the mad animals under the Pundit spot-lights, eyes, right? They are not the good dears. "Sic semper tyrannis!"
People in panic will jump over chairs, trample others, scream---many obsenities from ashen faces and brandied flavored lips. A horror noise is a hideous shrill cry. Have you ever stayed up all night in a bombed out area in the rain to hear weeping, screams, and unbearable moaning and wails that never would stop? You can't sleep.
"Stop," or we will experience the inextricable confusion and be forced to ask, "Why."
Thinking that during my morn wash-up time; I wanted one more attempt to sound more clear. Thanks.