Tuesday, October 09, 2007
The Thanatos Journals (Part 4)
Okay... it's time for this one-way street to turn into a two-lane highway. I've given you a lot of salacious stories about death and destruction, feeding your overly-needy voyeuristic ideas of how revenge should play out, but I have a question for you.
It's sort of philosophical in nature, so mull it over:
Am I any more to blame for the death of someone than the knife or the gun used to do the deed?
I mean, in a sense, I'm merely a tool as well. Someone employs me to carry out a task. Therefore, if you think of me as a gun, someone pulled my trigger so I could pull another. In my mind, the person who had a problem and contacted me in the first place is actually the one who should be forced to handle any divine retribution.
To put it in another sense, here's a real-life example:
John Doe, my employer, is contracted by Jane Doe, the client, to kill her annoying ex. Jane pays John $50,000 to do the job, and then John contracts me to perform the hit for $40,000, keeping $10,000 for his trouble. So, I take that money, go do my work, and eliminate the annoying ex. The bullet that enters the head of Jack Doe, the ex, is fired from my rifle. My rifle is fired by me. I am contracted by John. John is contracted by Jane. Shouldn't Jane be the one to suffer in the eternal flames of hell?
I'm sure many of you could stretch it further and say that Jack did something to Jane to get her hot enough to hire a killer, but let's face it: it's not always that clear-cut. I believe there is a Latin phrase that goes Amantes sunt amentes (Lovers are lunatics). When you have that severe taste of affection for someone, sometimes your brain doesn't work right. I mean, when your head says one thing, but your heart literally pains you because you don't want to think logically... well, which part are you going to listen to? Kinda sucks, right?
So where does the blame lay? Do you blame Anheuser-Busch for making the beer that John Jones consumed before crashing his car and killing Polly Pureheart? Do you blame General Motors for making the car? Maybe it is all my fault, I don't know. It's not like it's keeping me up at night in any case... I was just struck with a really bad case of "Mexican Food Overload" and was caught without reading material. It's true... you do come up with some very interesting thoughts on the throne...
It's sort of philosophical in nature, so mull it over:
Am I any more to blame for the death of someone than the knife or the gun used to do the deed?
I mean, in a sense, I'm merely a tool as well. Someone employs me to carry out a task. Therefore, if you think of me as a gun, someone pulled my trigger so I could pull another. In my mind, the person who had a problem and contacted me in the first place is actually the one who should be forced to handle any divine retribution.
To put it in another sense, here's a real-life example:
John Doe, my employer, is contracted by Jane Doe, the client, to kill her annoying ex. Jane pays John $50,000 to do the job, and then John contracts me to perform the hit for $40,000, keeping $10,000 for his trouble. So, I take that money, go do my work, and eliminate the annoying ex. The bullet that enters the head of Jack Doe, the ex, is fired from my rifle. My rifle is fired by me. I am contracted by John. John is contracted by Jane. Shouldn't Jane be the one to suffer in the eternal flames of hell?
I'm sure many of you could stretch it further and say that Jack did something to Jane to get her hot enough to hire a killer, but let's face it: it's not always that clear-cut. I believe there is a Latin phrase that goes Amantes sunt amentes (Lovers are lunatics). When you have that severe taste of affection for someone, sometimes your brain doesn't work right. I mean, when your head says one thing, but your heart literally pains you because you don't want to think logically... well, which part are you going to listen to? Kinda sucks, right?
So where does the blame lay? Do you blame Anheuser-Busch for making the beer that John Jones consumed before crashing his car and killing Polly Pureheart? Do you blame General Motors for making the car? Maybe it is all my fault, I don't know. It's not like it's keeping me up at night in any case... I was just struck with a really bad case of "Mexican Food Overload" and was caught without reading material. It's true... you do come up with some very interesting thoughts on the throne...
