Destination Unknown

I’m trying to resist delirium, but for a period of time since, I haven’t gone by a single day without hearing the news of someone’s death. Yeah, I know all about the average deaths per hour, but all of the deaths (with the exception of Boris Yeltsin’s and one of my friend’s grandma’s) I’ve been hearing about were a result of intense acts of cruelty:

• Virginia Tech Massacre (Please read about it if you still haven’t heard of it. I beg you, just do it.)
• Countless soldiers in Iraq, tallying to about a few hundreds just the past week.
• Nine hostaged victims of Abu Sayyaf, who died with their heads apart from their body. Ugh! Some of the victims are merely 16. Search for the execution video in the internet for maximum carnal pleasure, I guess.
• Two deaths from betting on Pacquiao and Solis match (well, this at least was a comedy relief, in a morbid kind of way).
• My neighbor’s brother, who was stabbed to death by an accomplice of his maid.
• Julia Campbell.

Murder was so much cooler back when it was indy (horrible joke).

Julia Campbell was a freelance journalist from New York who came to the Philippines as a Peace Corps volunteer. Her lifeless body was found on April 18, 2007, and it’s been speculated that something nasty happened while she was on the hike to the hilly Batad Village. How could she be killed? Who could have done this?

It was well-known among her friends that she was a real sweetheart and that she served not out of expediency, but out of benevolence. She doesn’t deserve it, although somebody, in the form of our country’s "omniscient" Delay of Justice Secrete-tardy seRaulo gaGonzales (a.k.a. Pinoy’s Bill O’Reilly) who has a penchant for unsolicited remarks, disagreed and said she’s part of the blame. Of the blame for what, for being in the same country as that blabbering idiot who couldn’t tell right from wrong even if it danced naked in front of him on an empty room?

Reading late Julia Campbell’s blog gave me a mixed sense of pity, sadness and anger. Anger at all these injustices. Even amidst all the prying eyes from the office, I had a lot of difficulty controlling my seething. Why do the cruelest things happen to the nicest people? Why the seemingly no end to the lack of just deserts to some of the evilest figures? Take Hitler (no assassination attempts could take away his life). Take Bush. Take Kim Jong Il. Take PGMA. Take all those hitmans who killed journalists left or right (well, not right *raises eyebrows*). Take… oh, I don’t know anymore. I just want to grab Julia’s likely-a-rapist murderer (if she has one, which is very likely) by the throat and drag him down the ground, punch him repeatedly in the face until he loses consciousness, and then castrate him. She doesn’t have to die in a country she volunteered to serve out of good will. The fact that she did… well… I just couldn’t stomach it. I just couldn’t stomach all these killings. What on earth is happening to the earth?

Ban all weapons or have a nice doomsday.

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