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How lunatics killing each other make me feel humble for loving baseball.
A few days ago, I compared the Yankees to Al-Queda. They lost the World Series (to a team with less than 1/3 their payroll) and I’m glad about that.
Meanwhile, lunacy brings back the real point. In a God-forsaken place across the world,a suicide bomber strikes an Iraqi town, after another lunatic with a bomb blew up the headquarters of that insidious group, The Red Cross.
THE RED CROSS!!!!!!!!
How far out of hand have things gotten when people will kill other people, people just like them, people of flesh and blood, people with parents and pets and bills to pay, people who’ve had bad dates, people who’ve had their hearts broken, people who’ve seen the sun and smiled from time to time, other people just trying to live their lives? How bad has it gotten when people who are willing to help others, under a time honored symbol of peace and neutrality, people giving out food and medicine and blankets and hope become targets of lunatics? Once again, there are too few kind people, people of compassion and sanity in the world. Once again madness has overtaken someone, driven men to do the unspeakable to each other.
“Tonight the streets of Heaven are too full of Angels”
I wish I could believe that. The problem is that these people are doing all of this in the name of God, a God that’s supposed to be universal between the three great religions that were born in the burning stretch of desert where this madness has taken root. A God that has likely turned its back on all of us, thrown in the towel and said “Screw it, you guys clearly don’t get the point. Go ahead, Kill each other, who gives a shit?”
I deeply hope that’s not the case.
I hope it’s down on it’s knees, weeping at what we have done in it’s name. And I hope it knows I’m sorry for comparing baseball, something that has brought me great joy and an understanding of God just a little bit, to something insane that others have done in God’s name.