It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. [...] Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.Lack of faith in me, isn't it? That's why she breaks up with me. Lack of faith in myself leads me down to the point where I can't love myself either. I wonder if it's her doing. If she's the reason I hate myself? Or maybe there's something more that I'm not seeing.
Watchmen
The world is decrepit. Dying on the street with pollution, crime, politics - capitalism - a human cancer that spreads across its body. Soon the trees will be replaced with factories spewing smoke into the sky. The asshole with the Hummer drives too fast. I can only imagine him hitting a kid, his kid, and then blaming the industry for his stupidity.
Weren't we promised changed? A child-rapist gets off because he confesses? Are we now living a world there slaps someone on the wrist for something so heinous? He's punishment includes being restricted where he can and cannot go or live. Cheap shot punishment. Fry the fucker.
When the tumor is visible, shouldn't we cut it out? Treat it? Wipe the body clean of it?
Meanwhile, the child is forever scarred. Her nightmares are filled with his deeds. Where's a Rorschach when we need one?
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