The Malignancy of Hate

I don’t really know what to say about today’s shooting at the Holocaust Museum beyond condolences and questions for which there couldn’t possibly be any satisfactory answers.

We come unhinged so easily, we humans. We think we’re the superior life form, the top of the food chain, and yet we fail at something so seemingly simple as respecting our own kind. Not that I am in any way making light of this tragedy, but wasn’t this one of the prime Laws of Dr. Moreau’s Island? Not to spill blood, that is the Law. Are we not Men? Are we not Humans?

And what sort of malignant hatred could drive an 89-year-old man to do what James Von Brunn did today? A lifetime of anger, bitterness, and blame of all others for his place in life. Blame only goes so far in any situation and in the end, it rests upon our own shoulders how we live the life we’re given. His choices obviously ate away like a cancer any vestiges of reason and compassion. It’s a shame his choices weren’t limited to only destroying himself.

I had hoped to come online and leave a happier entry to reflect my improved health state. Now, however, there is a sadness and a disdain inside that goes far deeper than any physical ailment.