It had been more than 24 hours that I did not blog. For some, that is no big deal. For me who makes at least 2 or 3 posts a day, an absence of a blog entry is indicative of my status, healthwise....muscle pain which prevents me from sitting for a long time...more blurred eyes that give me furrowed lines between my two eyes due to too much squinting or simply stomach cramps that make me burp at the rate of 60 per hour.
I like to blog but I can't. Although my blog entries appear to be serious at the beginning, my punchline which is often funny (that's what I think) at the end to soften the impact of a horrific event or to make fun of a stupidity of some people-claiming-to-have-an-IQ-of-Mensa-community-of-nerds will be of bad taste.
Yesterday, much as I would like to blog funny anecdotes, I can't. I was trying to look for the reason why a man who was even invited for the Thanksgiving dinner could kill his relatives that included children and pregnant woman.
Authorities in Florida were searching Saturday for a man police said opened fire on his family after Thanksgiving dinner and killed four people, including his pregnant sister and a 6-year-old cousin who was sleeping in her bed.
I searched among the psychology-inspired novels which explain why people snapped.
Except for this statement in the news, I could not find a more substantial reason for such a deadly outrage :
There had been "ongoing resentment" in the family, but investigators weren't sure what specifically prompted the shooting, officials said.
One of James Patterson novels is about a person who simply kills without any reason. He made it appear that he was a non-conformist of the lifestlye of the rich and famous. The "bread crumbs" that he leaves in his trail pointed to some evidence that he
was a veteran who must have been a victim of a war-syndrome.
At the end, it was just his conscience which haunted him in leaving his brother to his father when his parents separated that made him kill the people who he felt was the reason why his brother committed suicide. Others who died were just collateral damage.
So this Thanksgiving rampage makes me think that there is no place where you're safe. The Fort Hood massacre last month was inside a military zone while this incident happened in the safety of the home of the victims.
I can do nothing but pray and shed tears in the same manner that I shed much but for revulsion on the knowledge of how the women victims of the Maguindanao massacre were killed. Too much savagery too send a message of terror.
Even animals cry for their fallen friends so let me just say...