Wrong

Reason can fill me with some sense of understanding for the concept of why force can bring change. Words can lead me to believe maybe it's me who has been rigid in my seemingly blind quest for finding peace viable and necessary. History can be made to seem like things today couldn't be any other way. The common gutless alternative can make me think that it is the only one. But it is when I see a street painted in red, dripping with death, absorbing hate, that I can't help but feel deep inside that all that I still believe in is right, and all that is being done is a growing stone ready to fall over all of our heads, destroying principle, reason and intention with the arrogant weight of a few words.

[hat tip: Lewil]

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[casey]

humanity at it's best...