The laughing stock of the animal kingdom continues not to surprise.
Stupid yes and tiresome; predictable like seconds following minutes following centuries.
Lemmings don't do what humans malign them for doing but humans do what they accuse lemmings of.
A pile of dead bodies, Buchenwald, Dachau, in photos by the artist war photojournalist Lee Millar. She saw and shows us the horror in beauty, the beauty in horror.
Now piles of dead Palestinian children don't count, deserve to be ignored. The only good Red Indian a dead Red Indian, the only good Aborigine a dead Aborigine.
No photos of these kids piled high, dead with our breakfast journals, though this is a serial and it's on our phones. Nothing barbaric in their being killed, these kids. "The deserving dead deserving their deaths" their designated epitaph.
Unworthy, our media tell us, of being mourned. Unworthy even of being acknowledged. We boast, "We're better than this". How can we be better than what we do?
There you go again, hinting at Collective Responsibility; anathema you fool! It's nothing to do with you and nothing to do with us.
And when they're gone their lands will make money for the righteous and the natural gas off their coast will make even more and who will make the dough out of clearing the rubble and building anew? The bids already in, "Nothing personal" it's just a game we play as days follow nights, nights follow days following months and years and centuries of heroes in histories we write to our glory. But wait!
The Pope has something to say!
Platitudinus Vaticanus.
So that's ok then. We're as we thought we are, compassionate, righteous, holy; born sinners but so, so, so, so, so good with it.
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