Let the killing begin.

The stink of war is in the air. Oh, I don’t mean those that are too far away to smell. What I’m breathing stinks. I suppose we have relegated to historians to wonder how it was in the days leading up to the American Civil War. Our country has never experienced anything like it before, but it is foolhardy to imagine that it can’t happen again. We are much better equipped to do violence upon one another than were our nineteenth century forebears. Brother against brother. We’ve been there before, and it smells like we’re headed there again. The treachery of the extreme right is bordering on the criminal by its incitement to rebel, to revolt, to secede, to divide the United States. Among the myriad of mind-boggling achievements of the Twentieth Century was the conception, implementation and perfection of global warfare that proceeds unabated into the Twenty-first Century.

I can understand if it seems odd that I have turned my attention of late to killing, but it is an undeniable reality which manifests in ways subtle to sensational every moment of every day. Remember the horror of Columbine? A society which accepts violence will not hesitate to kill. Such a survivor mentality has no regard for the majority unless it conveniently happens to agree. This last-man-standing-wins worldview should be taken into account the next time someone cries that their gun will be taken only from their cold, dead fingers. I can assure you that such a mindset has no intention of ever letting such a thing happen. The nagging nature versus nurture question is whether or not violence is inevitable. Is anything else possible? If not, we may as well be on with expeditiously exterminating each other until only one of us is left.