How

  How on earth can a person weigh the life of a person by the importance of someone.  Is it even possible.  It just seems so far fetched that it should even be considered that we can waste this life here so that this one on this side can live just because the one that we are saving has more that they can bring to the table.  How can any one person honestly be able to call themselves human after that much inhuman deliberation.  So I ask again where does the line get crossed with weighing a human life's importance to that of another.  There are some that believe that it should be done everyday and will argue that the pros of this situation would far outweigh the cons.  Now I give you a situation.  You and your mother are sitting in a diner sipping a cup of tea when suddenly a killer comes in with what seems like the plan to just rob the place, but that is what he wants you to think.  You see if you knew that he was just going to explode the load of plastic explosive concealed beneath his shirt then you might have a change of heart and try and get as far away as possible but you let his "robbery" go on unhindered because your scared half outta your mind.  So how does he come to this decision?  Well first thing first there is most likely some lunatic behind him promising him things that he can't honestly give him and telling him that your own life is far less important than the cause that you would be dying for and that the people in that store are nothing but ignorant savages that need to die before they can reek their havoc on somebody else.  Now what kinda ironic crap is that and how does it even process into this lunatics head.  Think on that while I go do something.  Good Night and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!!!!!!

To Kill or Be Killed

  You are walking down the street with your head held high you are wearing some expensive pants and that is the reason why the two guys behind you are following you.  Attempting to rob you in the middle of the streets seems below them so they are sticking to following you for the moment.  At the same time they have been following you for awhile now and you are getting just a tad bit worried.  Now you could run and try to lose them but they look fit and you think that they could out run you anyway so you make a beeline for the police station so that maybe they would get off your tail but they soon realize the direction that you are taking and they realize that you know that they are following you.

  You break out into a dead run knowing that they are going to follow you but you are hoping that you can make it to the police station before they get to you.  Now mind you you are not a slow guy.  You have ran track and you specialty was long distance but even so your followers were right on your tail and gaining ground.  You see the police station materialize right in front of you as you round a corner and them...... SLAM you get hit from behind and them pulled back into the alley that you just shot out of.  The men have a hand over your mouth and is backing toward a van with its door open and they obviously don't expect much of a fight from you.  There is an even three hundred pound wight difference between these two men and there doesn't look like there is much that you can do but you give everything that you have to getting away from these men all the same.
  You kick and you scream, you bite and you punch.  Yet every thing that you do seems to have no effect on these monstrous people.  The men put you in the van and tie your hands and feet up.  They put a gag around your mouth to keep you quite and than close the back of the door.  In the semi-darkness you can feel the presence of three or maybe four other people besides yourself and you realize that to get out of this mess your going to have to use brains over strength seeing as you have not got the upper hand in the strength department.
  You sit up and you look around at the other people that are crowded into the back of this van with you.  There are deffinately four other people in the van but they look like they have been in here for months.
  You start working to get the ropes that bind you hands to loosen up but the effort is in vain as the men were thorough tying you up.  You could not move your hands an inch and it would take more time than you had to get it loose enough to do anything. 
   You lean back and feel something sharp poke you in the back.  It has a jagged edge and you start to saw away at the ropes untill you get them off.  You than look around you and start trying to talk quietly to the people around you but you can see almost immediately that they are on drugs or something or another, because they are oblivious to your cajoling. 
  So you set about looking for a weapon of some sort. Something, anything that you can use to injure at least one of the men that have taken you.  Lucky for you the men had grown clumsy and left a shovel and pick in the truck really close to the front because they had gotten to rely on the fact that most of the passengers in the back were unaware of most of what was around them.
  You grab them both and wait for the van to stop hoping that it would be soon and they would open the doors.