I’m Mad As Hell, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #138

October 22, 2009 Michael Davis 1 Comment

My sister Sharon died a violent death, as did my grandmother. Sharon’s birthday is coming up and my grandmother’s just passed. I always start to feel horrible during those times. I was determined to write a really nice and corny tribute to my sister and grandmother. You know the kind I write from time to time to disprove my ‘asshole with an attitude’ status. Well I just saw a report on the news about four rich kids who killed a mother and tried to kill her teenage daughter, simply because they wanted to see how it felt to kill someone.

Because they were bored.

What follows is a rant I wrote for Comicmix a year and a half ago.

I’m Mad As Hell

I like to laugh. I see humor in most everything. Most people meet me and assume because of my wicked sense of humor I must have lived a charmed life.

Nope.

As I have mentioned before two members of my immediate family were taken by violence and that does not leave you a lot to laugh about. My family was really poor and I survived more than one brush with death growing up where I did. Not the kind of life story that makes for a giggle fest.

The reason for my mostly cheerful outlook on life is my mom. If you think I’m funny (and you certainly won’t after this article) however if you have read any of my other stuff and thought I was funny then you should meet my mother. She is freakin Hilarious. My mom had a lot more to deal with than me and she dealt with it with good humor and was confident that she would not just survive but flourish, and she did.

As stated above I like to laugh and do find humor in most every thing except violence and cruelty.

I am not a behaviorist, anthropologist or psychiatrist. I do not claim to understand the effects of environment, religion, tribal history, poverty or anything else that that affects human behavior.  I know that there are reasons why people do things. I know that there are sometimes societal reasons why people hurt other people.

You know what? I don’t care anymore.

I hear a lot of reasons on the nightly news explaining why some people commit horrible brutal deeds against other people.

I don’t care what the reasons are anymore. I just don’t care.

I read a news report so atrocious the other day that it took away any remaining tolerance I may have had left. The story was about these ‘rape and murder’ squads in Africa. These roving bands of thugs are going from village to village raping and killing DEFENSELESS women. All in the name of some ‘cause’ or another.

Whenever I hear things like this it takes me right back to the pain I feel over my lost, and I hear these things… all… the… time.

There are many such horrific events happening all over the world. I know there are reasons behind these acts but I don’t care. If you are committing these kinds of acts on defenseless people in the name of some ‘cause’you are an animal.

I don’t care if you are a soldier in an army in Africa; from a royal family in the Middle East or a gang member in Brooklyn you are an animal.

I don’t care how you were raised, where you are from, what happened to you in your life or what you believe in. If you attack, rape or murder defenseless people for the sake of some ‘right’ be it you think you are right or believe it’s your birthright or got mad making a right turn on a city street, any unprovoked violence act make you an animal.

And I hate you.

I think that we should stop asking ‘why’ stop looking for ‘reasons’ and just stomp the life out of each and every one of you.

I believe there is real evil in the world and those people who commit acts of violence should just be destroyed.

I watch the looks on the faces of some of these creeps when they are caught.

There is always a look of distain or anger on their faces. Perhaps that look is a reflection of their inner struggle, inner turmoil, and inner pain. You know what? I don’t care. You know what else?

I hate them.

I have an idea. Let’s forget due process just once. Let’s forget why people do what they do. Let’s go to Africa and blow away some rapists. Let’s go to Brooklyn and violate some thug’s civil rights. Let’s nuke a royal family palace until they get that they don’t rule the world or make the rules.

I’m mad as hell.

Mad and sick of these animals that walk among us.

I could give a darn about their rights or their reasons. They are evil, cruel and should be put to death slowly and with malice. Don’t give me the ‘We are better than that’ crap. I would much prefer to be an immature member of society with my sister alive than be an mature citizen and her dead.

Some people are just evil. Evil. Evil.

EVIL.

When I was a kid in grade school this other kid used to routinely pick on me and kick my ass. My teacher would tell me to not ‘stoop’ to his level. This kid was huge and there was no way I could beat him in a fair fight anyway so why try?

One day my mother came in my room and caught me crying. She asked what was wrong and I told her that Ronnie Williams had beaten me up again. She told me to defend my self and hit him back. I told her that my teacher, Mrs. Rabinow told me not to stoop to his level. That’s all the excuse I needed. I did not want to fight.  My mother said; “It’s not Mrs. Rabinow who is getting her ass kicked. You stoop to his level beat him with something then come back up  to your level.”  I told her how big he was to which she responded; “I said, beat him with something. Pick something up and hit him back.”

The next day like clock work Ronnie punched me in the back for no other reason except he was an evil little bastard with no home training. I waited until he turned his back, picked up a chair and slammed it into his head as hard as I could.

Never again did that evil MF bother me again.

It’s time we pick up a chair on these evil people who commit acts of violence against defenseless people.

These evil people rob us of everything, strip us of our security and take from our children their innocence.  Worst of all they take away our laughter.

And I like to laugh.

You know what would make me laugh?  Another war on terror. A war on all other sick animals that commit senseless violence on innocent people the world over. I don’t care if they are members of Al-Queda, or the guy next door.

Just once I would like to see these sick bastards punished not just to the full extent of the law but also to the full extent of our outrage.

Let’s do to them what they have done to their victims.

That would make me laugh. That would crack me the hell up.