Benazir Bhutto is dead, killed by an assassin who blew himself up afterwards. Many others died in the explosion.
It isn’t so much Benazir Bhutto that’s getting to me. She was a politician, as corrupt and deficient as the rest of them, but she had some ideals she wanted to present, and as always, the US was on the wrong side, supporting the bloody regime that tried to suppress her and may have killed her.
It’s humanity. God damn us, what will it take for someone, anyone, to stand up and say that THIS CANNOT HAPPEN ANY MORE? Must our end be like this? Will we destroy ourselves in the end? Every one of us knows that there’s so much better in our hearts and souls, which is leading me to one chilling conclusion:
We do this because we like it.