It’s a strange day today. It’s Friday and in a way you expect everyone to be happy and looking forward to the weekend. Instead though, there is this heavy feeling lingering above us all.
Not just about the fact that the Trump presidency is now as real as it can get.
As important as the Trump “incident” is this post is not about him but an incident that occurred so much closer to home.
And it made me think. Think about how a violent person will always be violent, especially when under influence of whichever substance. A person who beats his wife will not stop. If you raise your hand against a woman you use violence against anyone. So you don’t care. Especially or even more when under influence. You don’t care when you use your car as weapon to kill people. You don’t care if you hit innocent, happy people. Couples, elderly, men, women, kids or even babies in a pram. All you care about is you and your stupid anger.
A family violence order was taken out on him last week. That’s what he probably cared about. Because it made him angry. He stabbed his brother this morning for whichever reason, kidnapped the woman who was in charge of the violence order and beat up her father. Then he drove to the city where she escaped. And again it’s probably what he cared about. The list of his sick control.
A control he thought he had but never actually had. Because if you are in control then you can control your anger. If you are in control you don’t need drugs. If you are in control you don’t need violence.
Today many people got hurt. Some lost their lives, people lost their loved ones. Parents lost their baby. And for what? Just because a sick individual throws a violent tantrum.