Posts Tagged ‘death’

murder

Posted: July 30, 2012 in murder
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Murder solves problems, while creating other various and sundry nuisances.

Murder works, but what does one do with the bodies?

Before shooting someone x-ray them, you may not need bother.

All it takes to entertain Americans is a detective, a murder and a free evening.

Murder is among civilization’s most enduring and popular past times.

Words murder the reputations of those who misuse them

Doing nothing for too long will assassinate doing anything — forever.

Hickory, dickory, dock, murder runs down the clock.

Mass murder morphs from mass rejection.

Hate — thy name is genocide.

Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers at night, may become a homicide when a 45 booms and the moon is out of sight.

In the end, the murder of murder will be the world’s final murder.

war

Posted: March 22, 2012 in war
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War begins and ends with want.

War rides hard on two great myths: our righteousness and their depravity.

Killing is a rush, slaughter a fix, massacre a high.

War is maim and shame.

Violence for violence ends in complete silence.

To destroy to protect is completely suspect.

The rich war with poor gore.

War culture ends culture.

The moral certainty of the state collapses when the atrocities are exhumed.

Coming off war gives one the shakes, the sweats, nightmares and a compulsive need for another hit.

To war is to marshal plan and order and symmetry to reduce a counterpart to disarray, chaos and fragmentation.

War-like men are preschool kin, living the life of hit and win.

War begins in the heart and ends in the grave.

Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall inherit pretty much everything.

Only love heals us of war.

death

Posted: May 14, 2011 in death
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Life is a short race; on your mark, get set — die!

We can cheat death with a just life.

If life weren’t so scary, death wouldn’t make us so afraid.

Always one step ahead of the grim reaper is the exultant sower.

We cannot knock on heaven’s door; we can only call out respectfully from the approach.

The final lesson we teach our family is how to die.

We prepare for death by going to sleep each night.

Death is a gate that swings open on life.

Scared to death is rare; afraid to live is epidemic.

To weep bitterly over the loss of one and remain unmoved by the loss of millions — such is the colossal smallness of our empathetic reach.

Of all the forces of the earth, death is the most vanquished; every time anything dies after having reproduced itself, death loses again.