The stars are shining (what few you can actually see through all the light pollution), the crickets are making their usual din, the frogs are croaking happily in the background (hopefully having their fill of mosquitos), and I can't sleep!
I finished reading Linda Polman's "We Did Nothing: Why the truth doesn't always come out when the UN go in" just after midnight, and the last chapter (about the UN's tied hands in just one of many massacres in Rwanda in 1996) was so harrowing that I sobbed for about the last 15 pages. Can mankind really be that unfeelingly cruel to one another?
I know it's a bit of a moot point really, but nonetheless, sometimes I feel as if my hands are tied behind my back and someone has stuck my eyelids open with matchsticks and Scotch tape. Yet, for all that I'd like to strike out and hit someone, who would I hit if I actually was able to?
Well, other than maybe George Bush and Robert Mugabe. :)
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But if you started doing that you'd never stop hitting. There are just too many people in the world who deserve it...
I know, hence the issue, and my current lack of sleep! :)
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