Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men…
Called up their Big Brothers, Asian gangsta's, Fully Sick Wog's, and Islander mates to come down as quickly as possible, and bring as many cousins along with them as possible.
If anything, fairytales are the old wives tales about how their husband used to read their kids stories like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Three Little Pigs and Humpty Dumpty before going to bed. Because these days it seems that we're bringing up a generation of smart asses. And as if that wasn't bad enough, we're teaching them the fine art of death staring other smart asses - so they can meet up at hotspots like Redfern, Cabramatta and Macquarie Fields to stab each other (or so the news tells me).
I was on the train once, and these old men started fighting about who Australia belonged to - the Aborigines or the Europeans.
'Go back to your own country'
'This is our country now so f*ck off!'
Another time, a big, buff guy was assaulting a smaller, skinnier guy for 'staring' at him. He went as far as pushing the guy down the stairs and smashing a window, of which the glass almost injured a lady sitting nearby. (Unless the guy had eyes on the side of his head, I could have sworn that there was no staring whatsoever).
It just goes to show that we haven't come very far from our barbaric ancestors.
Abner Doubleday invented baseball in 1939. He'd be ashamed to see that in 2007 we're using baseball bats to 'f*cking smash the f*cking cunt over the f*cking head'.
Two million years ago it was most likely a woman who invented the knife! Of which, was given to her husband as a birthday gift for conveniently stabbing other men who posed as a threat. Oh sorry, that's nowadays. It was mainly used for preparing food.
The side that gets their older brothers to fight their battles is no better than the side who decides to use knives. As far as I'm concerned, they're both as pathetic as one another. It defeats the purpose of gaining respect nor revenge; it becomes a matter of which side can out-power the other. And in the end, respect becomes an even farther cry and revenge is only fuelled. It just goes to show, you can't fight fire with fire.
People are too busy living in their own little self absorbed worlds, too selfish, and too damn concerned about the East and the West, Liverpool Boys and Bonnyrigg Boys, Asians and Aussie's etc; that they can't see the bigger picture. So picture this. And feast your mind on a world with problems bigger than yours: Pollution. Disease. Poverty. Starvation. (Yes, world! Not a playground, a park, or an alleyway).
I can't wait till age forces people like these to grow up. So when they know what it's like to have kids and want to protect them from the harsh world, they'll know the fear they struck into the friends and families of the victims they targeted. So when they have a mortgage to pay, mounting debts, school fees and taxes - they'll get a taste of the poverty they never cared to notice before. So when they know what it's like to lose someone dear - they'll know what it was like for friends and family of their victim, see someone they love robbed of the qualities that made them alive: happiness, security, potential.
At the same time, pity stops me from hating anyone. I'd like to think that each and every one of us has a good side and a bad side. It's just that some people let their bad side get the better of them. I'd like to think that for every vengeful gang member, there's a death that was never properly grieved. I'd like to think that for every violent aggressor, there was a tough childhood. I'd like to think that for every alcoholic, there's a weakness, a fear of dealing with reality any other way.
Thankyou Martin Luther King. I couldn't have said it better myself.
The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you murder the hater, but you do not murder hate... Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.
And people wonder why attaining world peace is so difficult; we refuse to even get along in the suburbs. So God help the innocent victim, but more so the aggressor.
