The Devil Takes You Home
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When your child is healthy, you think of sick children and feel like crying, like helping. When your child is sick, you don’t give a shit about other children.
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I told myself that if God was busy making little angels sick instead of protecting them, there was nothing wrong with me picking up the slack and putting an end to those who actually deserved it.
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If a gun embodies everything that’s wrong with humanity, the internet is a festering mirror that shows us what happens when humanity has been completely lost.
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Silent gods are dead gods.
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no se mezcla tu casa con el panal de abejas.
Andrew Dooley
Your house does not mix with the honeycomb.
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Not all white people have the same level of privilege, but they all share an aversion to being forced to step momentarily into otherness.
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The thing about humanity is that it’s always worse than the worst you can imagine. We are base, vile creatures rutting in the muck we’ve created, our eyes looking up at a poisoned sky we’ve populated with ghosts to help us sleep at night, to allow us to come up with reasons to do the things we do.
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La distancia entre un desesperado y un muerto puede ser un puñado de dólares.” The distance between a desperate man and a dead man can be a fistful of dollars.
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He was echoing my thoughts: a silent ally isn’t a thing.
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His brothers. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why. He had a thin mustache that was starting to curl up comically at the corners.
Andrew Dooley
You know why
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We go back to our native tongue for important things. We return to our native tongue to speak of our mothers, the food of our childhood. We return to our native tongue to ask for forgiveness and to pray. I know Melisa would read a Sorry and understand it, maybe even accept it, but she would feel a Perdón in her heart.
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The aftermath of a gunshot is a god cracking his mouth open and letting out a mournful note, a sustained cry that announces the end of a life.