
We say we’re not like them. Murderers, killers, assassins, those folk who reside in 2×4 cells on the edge of the grey wall oblivion, staring through steel bars, wishing they could fit through and step back into the real world. But they don’t fit in do they? We do. The common man, the upright citizen, the ordinary admirable human being.
Don’t be naïve. We’re all murderers. We kill. We just don’t think of it that way when we do it. We might use the words as we commit the act by saying things like “Kill it!” but there is no blood, no horror, and no mess. Continue reading

