Know something, I don't care anymore.  I don't care about anything anymore.  It's just not worth it to pour your heart into things when others find it incredibly easy to smash them apart, simply because they can.  What is it about people these days that make them so callous?  Maybe it's that people get to be like me, then they take that anger and become the callous people I hate.  Ironic that I'm on that same path, and here I am railing against them.

So what's the solution then?  I see people like this all the time, everywhere I go.  On the road is a perfect place to find people who have stopped caring about themselves, and their fellow humans.  When someone cuts someone else off they don't stop to think that it might cause an accident.  What if that accident kills someone?  What if cutting someone off kills them?  They never seem to think that, because they are disaffected.  Detached from humanity because they have been hurt by other disaffected people.  It's a horrible circle that creates pieces of shit from the actions one piece of shit person does.

It's really the loss of humanity that I'm talking about here, and how one person can cause others to lose their humanity by association.  And not just by association, but by actions.  Actions that may be little things at first, but could then escalate to crimes, and finally to atrocities.  Because that loss of humanity causes them to lose sight of what made them a part of a larger thing.  What made them human, and caused them to care for others.  Once that comradely is gone, then a person starts down a path of inhumanity that ends with them being a misanthrope.

Sadly our society seems to be geared towards creating more misanthropic people.  People that boil, and fester, inside with anger, and rancor.  Their anger manifests itself in many ways.  Some, like I said, fester.  Their anger grows inside of them until they can no longer hold it in.

It frightens me that there are people like this walking around.  Because they are capable of doing anything, at any time.  I've walked that path towards callousness, but I've pulled myself back to understanding because I don't wish to end up like the disaffected have.  I don't want to be that angry.  I don't want to be what I hate.

I feel safer... don't you feel safer?  Yeah (deep breath), I feel so much safer these days.  What with the war in Iraq going so well.  What with Bin Ladin out of our hair, once and for all.  What with... er, wait, is he out of our hair?  Damn, now that I think about it, it wasn't Bin Ladin that was captured, was it?  It was Saddam.

Still.. still, er, I feel way safer these days.  Seeing all those gun toting guards on my way home from work really makes me feel safer.  Granted, something like a gun isn't going to be any good if some crazy terrorist parks a car full of explosives in front of some building, and blows it up.  I mean, if you think about it, how could a guy holding a gun do anything to thwart that kind of attack?  He might as well just stand out there naked for goodness sakes.

Ah, but at least at the airport I feel safer.  There are so many check points in a airport that there is no way anyone could get anything harmful on board a plane.  Course, that's what they said before 9/11, and those terrorist got on board four planes with knifes and box cutters.  I wonder if the lull since that time has caused the screeners to become a little lax.  Damn, I shouldn't have thought that.

Yeah, but at least our borders are safe.  I'm pretty sure that the borders are safe.  No one can just waltz right in past the security we have around our borders, right?  After 9/11 I know that our borders were closed up tight.  I tell you, I don't even know how anyone could cross our borders nowadays.  It would be practically impossible to do so, right?

At least the war on terror is going great, so I'm told.  OK, so we don't have the main guy, who cares.  What with those terrorist from 9/11 killed, and all the other terrorist running away from Iraq, there is no way that there could be any more terrorists coming out of the woodwork.