Going to Hell in a Handbasket
I am developing a very dreary outlook on the world in general. Almost to the point of feeling guilty for bringing children into such a wicked world. For real. I have been doing a little surfing before going to bed, and I’m quite convinced that the world is a vile place. Just tonight, I have read an article about an 11-year-old boy raping an elderly lady while his friends watched, read a post from a friend on a message board about a two year old girl who had been raped so many times that her internal organs were pushed together so much that she couldn’t have normal bodily functions and was so traumatized that she is mentally almost gone, read a debate about whether we should negotiate with terrorists to keep them from beheading fellow Americans, and the list could go on and on and on. It’s depressing.
I hate the fact that my children have to grow up in a world such as this. I hear people say that we can “make it better by one”, and all of that stuff. It’s not gonna happen, though. With each passing year, it gets worse and worse, and never gets better. What kind of world will it be when my children leave the protection of my home, and venture into the world as adults? I hate to think of it.
Wow. This is depressing. I can’t help it, though. I hate the world around me. Call me a pessimist, or call me a realist. Either one might apply tonight.
