Before my age had gained the luxury of having two digits I had learned that my fellow humans could be wicked demons because one fine sunny day as I was playing in the dry area up by the road outside my house studying the grasshoppers that lived there, a man pulled up, stopped his car and quickly pushed the passenger door wide open and tried to get me to get in and go with him. Sensing extreme danger I shouted that “My mommy wouldn’t like that!” and sprinted down the hill to the safety of the house. Fortunately that scum was not seen again, by me at least and I hope to God he was not successful in his search for prey.
I am of the opinion that in his failure the demon in him lashed out and hurt me bad. I just thought of that and it seems to fit. That is kind of when things started to go downhill and it continues unabated to this day.
True enough, there are some superb humans. But there are exceptionally foul humans that are worse than the most horrid monsters one can imagine. I am, in fact, not completely sure that they really are human. Psychopaths. Sociopaths. Perhaps there are other as yet uncategorized –paths. These creatures cannot be repaired or made to behave as people. No matter what anyone may attempt to sell you on. They need to be removed, in toto, from the world. I am being very serious. Shot where they stand, wherever and whenever. With carcasses then collected and incinerated.
Maybe I should post this now, although it seems a thought unfinished. But I’ve slept on it as it were and I can’t think straight enough to add more at the moment and if I don’t it will just languish in the drafts bin for hundreds if not thousands of years. This seems to be a storyline that will have to be done in these brief installments. Yes, so… here you have it.