Groups of people are scary
Whom
He reviewed his family history.
The fields had often been tired. The family had often been hungry. The hills relentlessly beckoned. No easy way out with duty and hunger and all.
The men left each night, bar near the road, to bond with friends — those there when backs were bent, when pride was troubled.
They drank to lighten the load. Whiskey no ice. Hard slap. Wink. Yeehaws heard from diners afar. Until a leader stepped up and they put on their masks.
They started crusading, but the battles were won.
Then they found witches, but ran out of women.
They went on to lynch, until it got a bad rap.
Posting just wasn’t the same.
Now, down on the road. The women had left. Most children gone with them.
The bar lights still promised. But their shame found no target. So the men sat mutely, waiting for the next leader of men.
Mr. Roberts was glad his friends were into football.
“In a city of two hundred and forty-five thousand, nearly a hundred thousand people had been killed or doomed at one blow; a hundred thousand more were hurt.” Hiroshima
“I forget who said it, that stepping over a single corpse is painful, but walking over a pile of corpses doesn’t bother you at all.” Missionaries
“Men may seem detestable as joint stock companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderous they may be; men have mean and meagre faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a radiant and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him, all the fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.” Moby Dick
“People can easily pass judgment on others when they’re protected by their own normality” Earthlings
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