Sick.

Speaking of sick, fourteen Afghani children between the ages of 8 and 10 were murdered by a bomb-laden SUV on their way to their last day of school. It is so hard to understand what motivates a person to intentionally target unsuspecting, innocent children. These fuckers have no honour, no dignity. They are cowards and deserve to die slowly and painfully. As a mother, I am simultaneously sickened, horrified and angry. I want to take the bastards responsible apart with my bare hands. The hate is there, I can feel it mixed in with the sorrow for the parents of these children, the soldiers who were unable to help them, the entire country of Afghanistan as it wrestles to free itself from this cancer of violence and brutality. God blesses the little children, gathers them to Himself, sometimes saving them from this evil, evil world. We can't know why He allows these things, and often faith alone is cold comfort. I look at this world and the evil within it and know that we deserve to be extinct. But there is goodness here that can't be ignored, shining like bright spots in the darkness.

Remember these parents tonight, remember the children who survived, and remember the Afghani people.