February 15, 2013
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Praying For a Murderer – A Mother’s Son
I am beginning to get the picture that violence is so pervasive that we are no longer able to be just human beings. Let me reassure you that I certainly knew that Christopher Dorner murdered at least four people, and he needed to be caught in the worst way. Perhaps it had to do a lot with the setting, the snow covered mountains, winter in the Sierras with the appropriate and beautiful snow fall, or perhaps it was because this man wrote a manifesto which was so violence filled that it shook the gates of hell and fire. But what can we learn from his pile of ashes?
I look at President Obama and realize that sadly four really bad guys have been hunted down, animals they were to most of their own people; And I heard a comment that, certainly water boarding and torture are ways to get information, though I was no great fan of George Bush while torture was being carried on to equal the pathtic kind of behavior which is expected in regimes of the super horrible people, but again; The commentary was they got information this way to carry out other defensive moves without substantial loss of American lives. Next comes the court system, and from there in the United States and in most lands espionage is an automatic death sentence.
We must have to assume that Dorner shot himself, the one bullet from inside the cabin. The animal was fully hemmed in, but the building was burned to the ground anyway, almost as if no one had ever known this man to be a public servant. The man went fricking crazy after he was fired, and when they look back over everything, he was probably in need of having counseling available to him after that firing. Letting people go from something which is their avocation, income, and love — especially in a police department or any areas of law enforcement turns out a person who has access to guns and who knows how to use them. I have never heard what he was fired for.
Kids are riding around out here, especially over in Oakland, and they just shoot; BANG – BANG, and show signs of being fully without conscience about the act of killing, and then, if they get their games, their gang initiation, and they know police officers kill other police officers, I see that it reenforces to them that such is the way the big men handle things. Just shoot them. Movies of violence sale, and no one in Hollywood is going to raise their hands and comment, “We need to cut this vilence out, for it gets in to kids heads,” and you can say they learn a lesson at the movie’s end when the good guys win after all, and I am going to suggest that the bloodier it is, the more apt they are going to want to get one of those guns in their hands.
Could the police officers not have made a paremeter, backed off from a gun battle, laid low until night and brought some people Dorner loved in to make us seem more like human beings, and if he killed himself before the family or friends walked in to endeavor to get him to walk out, then there is so much which could have been determined from what took this man who once protected the public over the edge. He was not going anywhere from that cabin, and my prayers are with his family, and certainly with the families where he commited cold blooded murder.
America is on a blood high every day. Lovers quarrels, catching perpetrators trying to get away. In my mind, I see a river of blood just washing away out to the sea of blood where infanticide is still practiced if a male is not born — The violence and blood of now and of ages past. Oh my God, I know that you have said through Revelations that wars, rumors of war, that mothers will kill their own children, brothers and sisters will kill each other and we all witness daily that such Revelation is now. So I am going to ask you God to help us seek an end to all wards to welcome in a millinium of peace, and for those of us who believe in such matters, know these signs, and we still beg human beings to look in their mirror and to see that peace has to begin somewhere, for the more we keep killing off the captured, the less we know, and the more we will live in hate as the river of blood flows in to the primordial valley from whence human nature had made few changes in 3000 years.
Some of us want you to know though that we pray for the sinner as well as the victims; “Oh Merciful God;” let us pray even louder, and may we as President Obama to end assassiinations. When the wicked are caught, we can only hope for the miracle of finding enough love, patience, and dignity to someday over turn the death penalty in this country. I pray for movie and game makers who have hardened our childrens heart to the point seeing a head blow up and brains blow out can be used as humore in theaters.
It has got to end; Lord, Please — May it end, and one way that is going to happen is for administrators need enough skills to note that a police officer should have times and places with all of their colleagues to talk about the horror that we keep building jails, and this deters criminal minds little, but from LA to New York City — Police firings should be handled with a professional psychologist present to evaluate the response.
May a river of peace someday flow from the blood soaked grounds. The Lay public does not get that dying is one heck of a lot easier than knowing you will never see the light of day again out side of prison wall — Prisons and walls we would all like to see torn down and not built up, for the day is at hand to intervene somehow and someway before a killer starts looking for another kill, let us begin stone by stone to dismantle even a movie industry focused on battles, the horror of violence in children’s games, and movies needs to be tamed with no apologies for loosing the fun of murdering people or maming them in horror.
Every rock wall begins with stones, and I do wish we could begin to gather the stones toward a world of peace this year; For next year is always another year too late, wo please enter a place of mercy dear friends, for my age is passing the torch. Please do a better job than we did to stop the carnage.
Barbara Everett Heintz, Author of Pinkhoneysuckle on Amazon and Xanga – Also Kindle Ready
