Murder

i just found out that my 85 year old great un­cle was Murdered. they found him in his garage with mul­ti­ple stab wounds to the neck. Murdered. 85. what rea­son is there to Murder and 85 year old man. rea­son doesn’t en­ter in­to the equa­tion, caus­ing the prob­lem. if the Murderer had rea­soned (a so­cial­ly con­struct­ed idea to be sure) Murder most like­ly would not have oc­curred. peo­ple are ter­ri­ble. lack of emo­tion­al con­trol is ter­ri­ble.

i did not know my great-un­cle Claude very well. in fact i on­ly met him once about ten years ago. i re­mem­ber that he seemed like a very gen­tle man and he tried to in­ter­est me in stamp col­lect­ing. one would think that i there­fore would not be very grief filled in re­gard to his death. i am not. he had lived for 85 years and had raised an up­stand­ing fam­i­ly and watched his chil­dren raise their own up­stand­ing fam­i­lies. he had a full life. i am, how­ev­er, griev­ed at the cir­cum­stances which led to his death. Murder. There is nev­er any rea­son to kill some­one ex­cept in de­fense of your own life or the lives of those that are de­fense­less. noth­ing on this earth is worse than the need­less de­struc­tion of life. even though i am filled with a cold rage di­rect­ed at the name­less, face­less Murderer, i still would not now take or ask for his life, de­spite the fact that he Murdered my kin.

Murder. fuck.