Not convinced you know what random means...oh well...

1969-01-14 Munster, Germany

I wouldn't judge her until I walked in her shoes. Not until a random band of loose nuts stabbed my pregnant sister to death and used her blood to write on the walls. Then have the promise of the death penalty pulled out from under me and live to see the graphic photos of her death scene available and shared on the internet. All the while waking up from dreams and nightmares from which there's no escape. No, I wouldn't judge her actions and thirst for revenge until I walked in those shoes. But if it helps you sleep better, feel free. Don't know what being a Christian has to do with anything. They've proven themselves to be among the most judgmental of anybody in the history of the planet. Funerals are for the living and "R.I.P." is a really just a self serving gesture. It's meaningless to someone who's dead. Remembering someone when they die is at the most, thoughtful. Insisting on how others remember the dead is just weird.