Ruminating On: Revenge

Ruminating On: Revenge

Dictionary.com says.

When we are wronged, our first thoughts are of revenge. An injustice has occurred, so logic states, that something must be done about it. Our judicial system was founded on that exact principle. But at what cost do we enact revenge? Well, it comes down to what error has popped up in the programming.

Imagine your heart and mind, are networked hard drives. Emotions are downloaded, taking up RAM. Good or bad, they are a spatial concept. They are items that require  space, memory. Now, think of revenge as a corrupt file. A virus.

If the wrong doing is close to your heart, the hard drive is damaged. When friends and family hurt us, we tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. Most of us, anyway. Blood is thicker than water, and all that shit. But our firewall has been breached, and the file may still exist in quarantine. The other side of society, the ones that cannot forgive even the ones nearest and dearest to them, obviously don’t have the proper virus protection to combat the infected file, so, it spreads, until revenge is all that is left.

If you choose to act, to seek out revenge, you must first delete the items the virus has infected. More often then not, they were good files before thoughts of revenge took root. Love, memories—the things that made that person mean something to you—will be destroyed. You’re left with nothing but a blue screen. A fatal error has occurred.

Then we have revenge as a networking issue. You see news of a murder that has just happened, and you think, “I hope they catch that fucker and string them up from the nearest tree!” Of course you do, because murder is wrong; right? But why is murder wrong? Is it a preinstalled thought, or something you’ve downloaded over the internet of life. Let’s say, you procured your information from the bible. Ah, therein lies a problem, sire. Does the bible not also say to turn the other cheek? “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, sayeth the Lord.” This is the dichotomy of the matter. On one hand, whether the murderer killed someone close to you or not, you feel it is wrong, and that the killer should be punished. Then again, if revenge is wrong also, what makes us any better than the murderer?

Now, for a bit of honesty and little of E’s POV on the matter.

If you beat, or rape, a woman, you have no place in society. If you molest a child, you deserve to have your reproductive organs removed in the most painful manner possible—I’m pro rusty butter knife, myself. And if you cannot control your rage, passion, or kill just to fill a pit inside you, you don’t deserve to breathe my fucking air. This is my opinion, and yes, asshole, my files are corrupt. I’m no better than any of you. I am wired-in just like the rest of humanity. Anyone who thinks less of me can have fellatio with a dead frog for all I care. This blog is called Ruminating On for a reason. Just because I question things, does not mean I disagree with sound reasoning.

Ron White spoke for the Texas penal system when he said, “If you kill someone … we kill you back.” Never has capitol punishment been summed up in a more concise manner.

Life is a fragile fucking thing. It’s short. It’s hard goddam work. And all of us get it wrong at some point in our lives. But when it is stolen away, that negates the thief’s rights to enjoy the good parts. If they do not respect life, why the fuck should we respect theirs.

Those of you that are against the death penalty, I understand your views, and even respect them. But don’t think you’re holier than thou. No, no, no. Uh uh. You can ride a razor-wire dildo off into the sunset with that nonsense. In my heart and mind—saved to my fucking hard drive—death deals death. Sympathy for a killer does not compute. Fine, think me a robot, but Johnny Five is alive, motherfucker.

The hypocrisy of my thought process—yes, I just called myself a hypocrite in fancy words—is this: By taking someone’s life, because they have taken a life, we are just as flawed as them. Murder is murder. But to go back to The Bible again—there’s also a time to kill.

Context, dipshit. I’m talking about context.

As much as we want to look at Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein as a lovely story about bringing the dead back to life, it is not possible. Taking a life is a permanent venture. You can’t put the pieces back together again. There’s not enough goddam super glue in the world. Revenge is a commitment, like reformatting your hard drive. You’re going to lose a part, if not everything, you’ve built up over time. Go with your instinct, your preinstalled, preloaded software, and hopefully, more often than not, you’ll do the right thing.

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E.