A Quick Thought

For some time now, I've caught myself often driving by parks and playgrounds and for that brief moment in passing being mesmerized by the spirit of those children playing. And with it comes the thoughts of innocence. And also when do we lose it? That joy which makes our existence whole.

Perhaps it's the burden of responsibility that comes with adulthood. When your niche in the world is carved by whatever it may be; credit, career, and so on. Or perhaps it's when you realize that the world is truly a dark place. When you hear far too often about the evils of man. When pessimism becomes almost a norm.

I know quite damn well that I'm a realist and inherit its pessimism. I have no joys of ideas of some utopia that is never to come. Yes, I'd like to see our world become something better, but I know that we will never find some world free of what ails us. Human nature prevents us from doing so.

That has essentially been my existentialist take on things. We do what we can to make our existence enjoyable. And we ponder on every aspect of the human experience possible. I enjoy just letting my mind go free to do as it pleases. The places and ideas that I've had (and more often than not lost moments later) have been quite the experience. The emotions brought out have been staggering. And all it takes is that late night drive on some back road or the notes of music to let my mind ride upon. Usually, it's a combination of the two.

But as I asked earlier, where is that we lose our innocence? Perhaps it's a never-ending journey. And you know...maybe it's for the best. I surely don't mind keeping one eye over my shoulder, watching what lay behind me. But I keep my other eye directly on the future. My feet will keep moving. So let's see what we can experience in this moment, today, this week, this month, this year.

This Is Why They Can't Have Nice Things

So, I'm sitting here reading the reports of an Islamic mob rampaging through a British war dead cemetery, knocking over headstones and destroying crosses. I've watched the video (that one the vandals themselves filmed) and listened to the basic Islamic supremacist rhetoric ("They are dogs" - referencing to the British and/or crosses on the tombstones; as well as having some choice words for one tombstone that had a star of david on it). It's a sizable crowd running amok and in plain daylight. These people that plead for help last year as they were murdered by the forces of The Man Of Many Different Spellings (Col. Qaddafi) have now gone about in the most disgusting display of their sick ideology. I know it's not a reflection of the majority of the population, but in all these instances, where are the moderates to challenge these people? We're told it's retaliation for the Koran burnings in Afghanistan, but it all boils down to excuses, excuses, excuses.

I supported the ousting of Qaddafi, and of the West openly helping in doing so. I wanted to believe in the Arab Spring. But it was soon realized that it was an Arab Winter. Dictators will be traded for dictators, or theocrats. There will not be democracy, there will be Allahocracy. We see it in Egypt with the massive support for the Muslim Brotherhood (and how did people not see this; they were the best established parties in the region). The opposition stood no chance, especially when the Salafists decided to hijack the revolution. And we've seen it elsewhere. We shall more than likely see it Libya. But it has reached a point where I find myself really questioning whether we should intervene in the bloodletting going on in Syria. It has to stop, but will we see anything different afterwards? I weep for the Syrian people. For how callous their government is. For how brutal it is against them. It doesn't need them and will go to no ends to eliminate the tiniest voice of dissent. But if the West were to help, how would we be received? Thus far, it's not as liberators and friends, but as "dogs".

It's quite a dilemma. It truly is. When they are weak, they are the weakest of the weak and plea for help. But when they gain an ounce of strength, they boast and brag and spit on the kuffar of the world. I really do not wish to come across as 'islamophobic', but eventually you reach a point where you just grow sick of it ("islamonausea" - a more honest word). You grow sick of hearing about some fanatic blowing himself up in a crowd of his co-coreligionists and innocent people. You grow sick of the violence. Of the rhetoric. You just grow sick of every ounce of it. And most of all, you grow sick of how much louder and stronger those fanatics appear over the majority of Muslims.

I wish I could say all major religions had their evil. In a lot of cases, they did. But that's not entirely what's important. It's now what major religion has evil. And the statistics show what it is. They show what region it is and who dominates that region. It's a sad fact of life. That stain that continues to live on something that could be decent. I wish I could say I hope for peace in the Middle East. I really do. War is nothing good. It never was and never will be. It'll grow more proficient and lethal, as it has done, but there's nothing inherently good about it. It takes away intellect and has stolen from us some of the greatest poets and thinkers of the modern age. I cannot be totally anti-War, because let's face it, evil men come into power and do evil things and must be stopped with the only force that will, violence. But too often there's never a line to be drawn and violence spills over into senselessness. And it's in the Middle East that we far too often have seen this over the past century. And it's for this, that they can't have nice things.