Coming out on the other side
Tim's last kill.

I'm really not sure how much sympathy I have for either of these men, the one who is still alive or the one who isn't. I have some sympathy for their mothers of course, and more for their victims. Anyone who joins the army should be given a tour of a morgue before their tour of duty. It might have helped these poor schmucks if their mothers had done that when they were young.

I've seen 4 or 5 dead bodies, and one man gut-shot, leaning against the wall with blood pouring out of his stomach. I didn't romanticize violence before and I don't now, which isn't to say that I'm not a violent man. But what am I supposed so say about well-meaning white suburban fascists?

Three links from the past, on the esthetics of violence. In order:
one
two
three

And one more (since I found it by accident) on:
theater and art. Scroll down, I've linked to the month rather than the individual posts.

I'm off to Greece for the rest of the day, to celebrate their victory or mourn their defeat. Either way enjoy the company. And I'll eat well.