My line…

There are times when I sit back and watch things unfold for a few days, not really wanting to be involved, yet silently incensed.

In certain scenarior, being involved, is opening yourself to being drawn and quartered publicly. It's not that I don't want to make a stand, it's that any stand would get me annihilated.

There are some topics I am not open for debating. I see no other side.

On this topic, I felt like I was in the minority, by hoping that the five people on the submarine were found safely. It was fairly obvious that they wouldn't be found alive, but we can always hope for miracles.

How does one get to be in the minority when hoping people are found alive.

Watching the ease with which people wished them dead was pretty mind blowing. And the ease with which it was justified, just as mind blowing. Many people whom I have followed, admired their work, making jokes, it was hard to process. I'm no match for the arguments that were being volleyed around, nor would I want to be.

I find it difficult to even comprehend the hard line being taken. How do you appeal to a mindset that has such a flippant disregard for life. To me a life is a life, regardless of it's social status.