Vile

It’s a gut-level revulsion. It stirs hatred and frustration in me. It has me wondering if we’ll be around long enough to see movement away from such tendencies.

When I read that Ukraine is being pounded in an unfair fight, that Russia is sending fighter jets into NATO territory, or when I read of horrendous conditions and brutality in Sudan—not to mention all that’s happening here at home—I feel like things aren’t moving fast enough, that we haven’t learned anything, that we are no different than the warring, unenlightened factions in history books.

Dominating and conquering are still things, apparently.

Sadly, it appears there will always be a supply of “leaders” who are slaves to the past, with chips on their shoulders and twisted visions and god complexes, people who have no regard for individual rights or autonomy or self-determination, who regard fellow humans as impediments, as property or incidental or expendable, just pieces in some ongoing, unsanctioned chess match.

It galls me to think that someone else believes they have the right to take life away, to dictate terms, to make life miserable while they exist in their bubbles of protection and luxury, isolated from the suffering, and indifferent to it. There must be a special place in hell for such animals– the ones who gave up, who in the most extravagant and hateful of ways were and are just plain selfish. And lazy.