Common denominator in shootings is hate
With the shootings that have taken place in the past few weeks, I thought I’d take a look at some of the reasons these incidents took place.
The common denominator that they had was one emotion — hate. Webster’s dictionary defines hate as an intense or passionate dislike. Regard with disgust, resentment, ill will or ill feeling toward a person, object or point of view. The list goes on.
No matter what you say or do to justify the use of this emotion, you can’t dress it up. The word is called hate. It is an equal opportunity employer. It will hire you in a minute regardless of your sex, race, sexual orientation or political party. It can attach itself to a debate and can turn it into an argument. Change a peaceful demonstration into a violent event. It’s been known to break up everything from families to churches to companies to nations.
When left unchecked, it can lead to violent acts. Pitting family members of best friends against one another with sometimes a not so pretty ending. The one thing about hate is it can infiltrate anyone. It has been known to get into the nicest of people. It can influence anyone. Whispering, “You know you’re right. Go ahead.” “Besides, you need a release anyway, vent a little”
Hate spreads easily. Like a milk weed seed on the wind, it can attach itself to an individual until it is done and will float on to someone else. Hate kills. It will do anything to get its way. It does not care what side of the argument wins. You see, hate doesn’t obey the laws and has its own code.
Hate’s purpose? Spread more hate. It’s happiest when it can create a chain reaction. So what had the most influence on the shooters in these two incidents? I think we can all agree that hate is always wrong. And it never helped solve anything. So the next time you feel the need to say something hurtful, take an action against someone you wouldn’t want taken toward you, think before you act.
Walk away. Do what your mother said and count to 10. Take your frustration out on dumbbells or chop wood. Better yet — pray.
In the end, is hate really worth losing a friend over? Worse yet, a life?