bloodshed

This book consists not only of my stories of mistakes, rather it__ all our stories of mistakes and heart aches. It__ the plight of all of us who were rebelling, and kicking against the social messes we found ourselves in. Yet there are so many others who are not alive today, and I feel obligated in not allowing the lessons of their mistakes to lie in the grave with them. It was the United States Senator, Al Franken, who stated, __istakes are a part of being human. Precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from._ I__ revealing all of those mistakes and more, sadly a lot of them are fatal. In an attempt to have these real life lessons obtained in blood, prevent the blood-shedding of so many others. These stories are ones that young people can understand and identify with. While at the same time empowering them, to make better decisions about their choice of friends, the proper use of their time and how one wrong move can be fatal. I guess the major question that we all have to ask ourselves at the end of the day would be: how could I and so many others have been prevented from becoming monsters? You be the judge. I now extend my hand to you, and personally invite you to take a journey with me into the heartlands of innocence to menacing, from a youngster to a monster, and the making of a predator. I will safely walk you down the deserted and darkened street corners which were once my world of crime, gang violence and senseless murders. It__ a different world unto itself, one which could only be observed up close by invitation only. Together we will learn the motivation behind hard-core gangsters, and explore the minds of cold-blooded murderers. You will discover the way they think about their own lives, and why they are so remorseless about the taking of another__ life. So, if you will, please journey with me as we discover together how the fight of our lives were wrapped up in our fathers.

Guy of Gisborne: __ understand the king is winning, thanks be to God._ Robin Hood: __e__ killing more people.__isborne: __s that not winning?__obin: __how me an argument ever settled with bloodshed, and then I__l call it winning.

There is no nation in the history that has not experienced bloodshed and murdering. We all have committed the same mistakes in a different manner.

We prayed these wars would end all wars --In war we know is no rom

All bombing is terrorism.

If I could remove one thing from the world and replace it with something else, I would erase politics and put art in its place. That way, art teachers would rule the world. And since art is the most supreme form of love, beautiful colors and imagery would weave bridges for peace wherever there are walls. Artists, who are naturally heart-driven, would decorate the world with their love, and in that love _ poverty, hunger, lines of division, and wars would vanish from the earth forever. Children of the earth would then be free to play, imagine, create, build and grow without bloodshed, terror and fear.

... the reigns of the kings and queens who are portrayed as kneeling with clasped hands in the windows of churches, were stained by oppression and bloodshed.

N O T H I N GI would like to write one of those sophisticated stories in which even though nothing much happens there__ lots to write about. That can__ be done in Kashmir. It__ not sophisticated, what happens here. There__ too much blood for good literature.Q 1: Why is it not sophisticated?Q 2: What is the acceptable amount of blood for good literature?y

The blood of too many, dissolving the very stain.

Sometimes I feel that the wars in my country ended so early, we are still thirsty of bloodshed, murder and killing. We lost too many but not enough, the transformation from barbarian society to a human didn__ complete yet.

Despite our earnest efforts, we couldn't climb all the way up to God. So what did God do? In an amazing act of condescension, on Good Friday, God climbed down to us, became one with us. The story of divine condescension begins on Christmas and ends on Good Friday. We thought, if there is to be business between us and God, we must somehow get up to God. Then God came down, down to the level of the cross, all the way down to the depths of hell. He who knew not sin took on our sin so that we might be free of it. God still stoops, in your life and mine, condescends. __re you able to drink the cup that I am to drink?_ he asked his disciples, before his way up Golgotha. Our answer is an obvious, __o!_ His cup is not only the cup of crucifixion and death, it is the bloody, bloody cup that one must drink if one is going to get mixed up in us. Any God who would wander into the human condition, any God who has this thirst to pursue us, had better not be too put off by pain, for that's the way we tend to treat our saviors. Any God who tries to love us had better be ready to die for it. As Chesterton writes, __ny man who preaches real love is bound to beget hate _ Real love has always ended in bloodshed.

If I interrupted violence, by all means I'll step back. Always nice to see bloodshed first thing in the a.m.

We prayed these wars would end all wars --In war we know is no romance.")

Profanity is the name given to the defilement of the sanctity of human life.

As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.