Every morning I wake up to the flapping sound of a helicopter. You see, I live not too far from Grini Prison, the present residence of the devil himself, the thing called ABB. So, when the police escort him to court they make sure he stays alive by providing him adeqate protection. In the form of a helicopter. And armed police. Using armoured cars.
On July 22nd last year this sorry excuse for a human-being shot and killed 77 people. Mostly teenagers and children. For his belief, for his political viewpoints. In the belief he had found the answer, the truth.
So he found it upon himself to appoint himself GOD. "I hold the truth, you are all confused and wrong and misled. One day you will all thank me."
What separates ABB to the rest of us is that this pig went ahead and took action. Most of us stop the debate when the bus arrives or a text message sounds it's "ping" on the cell. Knowing, in the back of our mind, we could be wrong. Understanding that we argue for an opinion, a point of view, one of several valid viewpoints. An opinion formed by our minds, not by gods. An opinion, not the truth. However hard we argue for our standpoint, we do understand that others have the right to their point of view. This sorry excuse for a person could not make this distinction. No, his meaning is the truth. Thus giving him the power to end life. Of others. The life of young, promising, devoted, beautiful, wonderful children. What a patethic excuse for a human he is!
Some days, on my journey home from work, I end up following his transport from court. Which spurs a number of thoughts. None of which are the truth. Merlely my humble opinion. Not worth killing for.