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- Gwen Beauregard
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- i wrote some books and gave away library. i like to think that every poem is a love poem. i believe that "No" is a full sentence. i used to collect old books and young cats. i don't like noisy people, places or things. my three favourite words: yes, please, thank you. my favourite punctuation mark is the colon: i have a beautiful cat, a bicycle, an old typewriter, and a ladle. these things make me happy.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Two year old dead babies are not the only things that occupy my empty skull. Trust me on that at least.
I feel in a constant state of outrage, disgust bordering on cynicism that scares even me. How did we
all reach this point of losing the social moral compass that divided so clearly that which was right and
that which was wrong. Clearly. I don't mean "religious" or "political" right and wrong. I don't give a sweet
damn about either of those two. They are perverted anyway. I mean something far more profound that
separates what makes us human and what makes us animal. That fine distinction called "morality".
The one we all know instinctively says: Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt not covet
thy neighbour's goods. The 'Thou Shalt Nots', The natural laws humans created for themselves that
had nothing to do with religion or politics but practical survival techniques. When did we throw them all out?
When? I want an answer. I am not more Catholic than the Pope, but I sure as hell did not grow up in this kind
of world where anything at all goes.
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