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WilliamPitt (55,739 posts) An Open Letter to YouLast edited Wed Nov 20, 2013, 12:05 PM - Edit history (1)"At Eternity's Gate," Vincent van Gogh. An Open Letter to You By William Rivers Pitt Truthout | Op-Ed Wednesday 20 November 2013 There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact. The first: there is a guy named Tom Brower, who lives in Hawaii, and he really hates homeless people. He hates them so much, in fact, that he smashes the belongings of every homeless person he can find with a sledgehammer. He is happy to be videotaped obliterating the meager possessions of this society's most vulnerable citizens because he is "disgusted" by them, and calls his actions "justice." He wears an Armani hat, and calls himself a Christian. "I want to do something practical that will really clean up the streets," said Brower after one of his rampages. "If someone is sleeping at night on the bus stop, I don't do anything, but if they are sleeping during the day, I'll walk up and say, 'Get your ass moving.'" Mr. Brower has not been arrested for this brazenly sociopathic behavior, and he never will be, for Tom Brower is an elected official, a state representative, and a Democrat to boot. "Blessed are the meek," Scripture says, "for they will inherit the Earth." Mr. Brower, the Christian, should probably pray that the New Testament is fiction, lest he find himself at the mercy of Earth's inevitable inheritors - in the fulfillment of prophesy, of course - on the losing end of his own sledgehammer. (snip) Her name was Stephanie. She was beloved by friends and family. She lived in grateful awe of the wonder that is life, and was extraordinary because of that simple, awe-struck wonder. She was joy transfixed and translated, astonishing and astonishment well met. She died on Monday morning of a disease that could have been controlled and killed had she not been forced to wait for treatment. She didn't have the money needed to save her life. Stephanie did not have to die. That she is dead daggers a finger at the system that let her go. Any society that calls itself civilized would declare her murdered, and would hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground and brought to justice...but this is America, where health and sickness are a for-profit industry. Stephanie's killers will eat well tonight, and sleep in beds plush enough to suit God. Stephanie sleeps in the ground tonight, and those who knew and loved her are forced to cope with her unnecessary absence, cold-comforted by the words that announced her passing: "She died peacefully." (snip) I am, perhaps, preaching to a hollow room. After all, I speak to a country that elected to statewide office a man who smashes the pathetic belongings of the homeless with a sledgehammer while calling himself a Christian. I speak to a country where a video game is made about the massacre of children, and the makers of the game are condemned and censored while the circumstances that allowed the actual massacre remain unmolested. I speak to a country that let a wonderful woman die of an entirely treatable illness because she didn't have enough money. I hope it is not a hollow room, a hollow country, a hollow soul I speak to, because these three stories happen all the time, and every day. This is where you live, and this is who you are. If you have a conscience, it makes you feel dirty in your heart. We are responsible for this. We are all part of this thing that is dismantling our basic humanity brick by brick. We can un-make it. We simply have to. Freedom begins with a "No." We are better than this. Prove it. Please. http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/20156-an-open-letter-to-you
There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact.
She died on Monday morning of a disease that could have been controlled and killed had she not been forced to wait for treatment
Did Stephanie live in the UK?
Stephanie did not have to die. That she is dead daggers a finger at the system that let her go. Any society that calls itself civilized would declare her murdered, and would hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground and brought to justice...
Where have I heard someone promising to track down the perps and grinding them to dust before?Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............................
Didn't seem to bother him, or the rest of them, at all when Sebelius was willing to let a 10-year-old die rather than grant an exception to her agency's entirely-arbitrary age rule on transplants.
hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground
"Some live, some die."
Ted Kennedy is the only person with an actual confirmed kill in the war on women.
I wanna hear more about the video game.
This is how I feel after reading one of ArmPitt's "open letters"...or any other post he writes.
WilliamPitt (55,739 posts) An Open Letter to YouLast edited Wed Nov 20, 2013, 12:05 PM - Edit history (1)"At Eternity's Gate," Vincent van Gogh. An Open Letter to You By William Rivers Pitt Truthout | Op-Ed Wednesday 20 November 2013 There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact.
