Imagine a nice dinner, where a wedding is announced, the hosts are all happy and cheerful - they take out thirty-year-old wine from the family stash, to celebrate as is proper, the fiancé and fiancée hold hands, relatives and friends congratulate them. And the fiancé...the guy is a mass murderer, those present know that and have no problem with that fact, including the fact that the daughter has already been impregnated by a murderer.
Although the guy is a special kind of mass murderer, a pilot of, say, an F-16. That miracle carries up to 6 tons of bombs and rockets and has a built-in six-barreled rotating cannon with hundreds of 20mm rounds. And so the guy, on orders, with the stamp of legality - took off and unloaded the cargo on a paradise, somewhere...anywhere. 96 dead, 133 wounded, destroyed houses, children's bodies scattered around, street dogs feasting on the intestines of some little girl. Some of the bombs did not explode upon impact (especially those in cluster containers have a habit of doing so) and remain to maim and kill people for months and years after the pilot's flight.
The guy volunteered for pilot school, volunteered for the military aviation, and voluntarily signed an agreement to follow orders. The dinner goes well, everyone is proud and satisfied, there is drinking and eating, and gifts are planned for the wedding. The wedding of the mass murderer.
Now imagine a nice dinner, at which a wedding is announced, the hosts are all happy and cheerful - they take out thirty-year-old wine from the family stash, to celebrate as is proper, the fiancé and fiancée hold hands, relatives and friends congratulate them. The fiancé...the guy is a serial killer, he raped and murdered three girls and threw their butchered bodies into a river. Those present know this and have no problem with that fact, and with the fact that the daughter has already been impregnated by a murderer. Needless to say, the second scenario is impossible because if they knew he was a serial killer they would immediately report him and he would be imprisoned, but despite that, they would still be left with a wound in their souls for the rest of their lives, hysteria and depression, a stain on the family's honor due to the fact that their daughter almost married a serial killer...
`You know Jessica Babe...I think you made a great choice, the guy is a pilot, a man of his word, now it's okay - sometimes he'll be away from home for a long time when he goes on a mission, it is as it is, you'll adapt somehow`. `Don't cry daughter, no one knew that your fiancé slaughtered a girl, we'll get through this somehow, oh my, what a shame. Oh woe is me!
Two completely realistic scenarios and two completely different approaches to murderers. How is that possible? That is the power of ink and paper, that is the distortion of perception produced by the simple stamping of a state seal that serves to infuse justification and even morality into one dying woman as opposed to another. This death is not death.
License to kill & maim little girls.
If tomorrow a law were to be passed that would legalize killing purely for fun, no one would cry. And the second scenario would become quite acceptable in heaven...
(Roger Mortis, 112)
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