The Death of Morality.

Okay. I know it's been a while. I'll probably end up making some posts and backdating them whenever I get the time. Should start writing my blogs on paper, I'd actually get them done that way. But that's beside the point, this is the eulogy of something I thought we all knew, and held dear.

I speak of morality.

I speak of the death of morals, and of the parading about of the great pretender: ethics.

An ethical man, knows right from wrong. A moral man, actually acts upon it.

On May the Second, 2011, we said goodbye to morals, and laid them to rest. We stood at the graveside and watched as they burned. As the smoke and twisted ashes rose into the air and spread across the entire world. And no one shed a tear. They rejoice instead, and dance around moral's urn. They are free from being bound. They no longer must care about the beliefs of others. No. Now they can frolic on the seeds of dissent in joy.

A man was killed that day. A fighter for his beliefs. For what he thought was right. A murderer, and the enemy of the West. To some, he was a father; to others, he was a terrorist. But he was still a man. I speak of course of the murder that has caused morality to fall, of the death that has caused so very much rejoicing. I speak of Osama Bin Laden. He is the reason people are dead, in the United States of America, and in Afghanistan. He is also the father to many children, a husband, and a person.

But he is dead, and people cheer. They cheer because he is the reason almost 3000 people died in the September of 2001. American citizens. Such a crime. But then I ask you, how many people have died, in trying to hunt this man down. How many people died in Vietnam, in the Iraq and Afghan wars? How many people were water-boarded and tortured. How many people have died in Afghanistan since the 1970s? But I suppose that doesn't matter. They aren't American citizens. For once, for the second time in recent history, war was launched on American soil. Oh such a crime. Such devastation. After all, Americans only launch wars in other people's lands. Civilians can only die if they are foreign.

War happens. It happens because of oil, religion, ethnicity, and democracy. It happens because our way is the right way, no one else's is even up for consideration. The American way, or get yourself on the Highway to Hell. The American government, that same government that declares themselves to be the moral high-ground, true freedom, tortured somebody for information, they hunted someone down, and killed them on soil that they have no authority on. What they did was a crime. In every sense of the word.

Morality is against crime. Morality demands punishment for crime. It demands that we speak out against it, that we speak out when someone does wrong. But morality is dead now, because people cheer. Because they don't see a father and a husband. They see a demon. Three thousand people died on one day, that's not so bad really. People died during the reign of the Russians in Afghanistan, some say two million. They died during the reign of the Taliban. And they die now, during the reign of the Americans. But that's okay. The Americans, the Russians, they aren't hated. They're the victors of this war. And the victors write the textbooks.

People are people. No matter what they believe. And morality means that you do what you think is right, but so do other people. It means that there isn't one right. Isn't one wrong. And perhaps, on May the Second, we did wrong. But no cares, because of a disagreement in opinion. No one stands up and says, two wrongs don't make a right. No one screams out, "What have we done? We killed a man in front of his children." Because there is no moral high ground. Not anymore. No one can ever throw a stone again, because we have all sinned. Yet the stones still fly, faster and further then ever before. And that's right down to it isn't it. Never say someone else did wrong, if you have done wrong to them. Blind eyes all around, and one final causality.

The death of morality.

Oh, but people won't see it, they won't see it because ethics prances around in stolen clothes. Because they don't want to see it. Because they want to be safe and secure that they are right, always right. Because lip service is done but when it comes right down to it, "We don't like him! End him! Kill him!" I am glad morality is dead, because if it wasn't, it would weep a sea of tears.

So go on, flame me, decry me, call me a sympathizer, but I like my fence. And I'll stand up on it and scream out for you all to hear. I will cry, and I will mourn.

I will truly miss morality, but will you?

A Pumpkin Lady Rant: The Jack O' Lantern Mon.

My creativity was having a bit of a lie in today and I found myself in a pit of darkness because of it. How ever am I supposed to blog without my imagination? Am I truly going to break my resolutions this soon?

Nay I said.

Nay says I.

I confess, I do normally just cobble together something in about 5 minutes, if you haven't noticed and thought I put effort into these few posts, please, do tell me. My ego will balloon.

My ego ballooning. I was so young...

Needless to say I have gotten off my original topic.

I asked a friend of mine what I should use as a topic. She said her. So this is that, my Pumpkin Lady rant.

Such a sweet Pumpkin she was at first. So young and innocent. It was on her first Halloween that her true side came out... the Jack O' Lantern Mon. A truly fearsome beast.

x Insert censored picture here I'm too lazy to make. x

Claws that snatch and teeth that catch... oh wait. No. Jabberwock. Hang on.

Oh yes. A mind with no brain. A head empty but filled with fire! Riding the streets at night... coming after you with a stereotypical Jamaican accent! Oh the horror! The horror! And then... she becomes oh so sweet Pumpkin Lady again. Such a stunningly cruel deception.

And I have to be completely honest here. I lost any possible idea of what I was going to say because I was distracted by my ego balloon. So I'm not going to prolong my death out anymore.

It is time.

To pop the balloon.

Lils, being popped.

Hail! To the Year-Before-The-Last-Year-Before-The-Apocalypse.

Doesn't quite have the same ring does it?

Ah. 2012. The end of the world. Ragnarok. The end of days. The Second Coming. Armageddon. Every culture has one. And now I am beginning to sound cliche. No matter.

But it's not quite the year 2012. The end of the year is not quite upon us. But never fear, we have one whole year left before 2012, when the countdown begins. And I ask that you do not quake in your boots again, because I am not Cassandra, the prophetess of doom that never had her words of truth heeded. I am simply The Latin Moon. So yes, perhaps you should fear.

It is customary, when sweeping out the cobwebs and dust of the last year out the door, when prepping the closet, for this year's skeleton, to make promises to ourselves, that we swear to uphold in this new year. Supposedly of course. They are merely tokens which we keep for a month then forget about in increasing doses.

But I am of this society, where this is custom and thus I present to you, The Internet, my solemn oaths. Because where else do you place your private thoughts than in public?

I solemnly swear I up to no good.

I solemnly swear I shall post once a week.

I solemnly swear to exercise once a day.

I solemnly swear to be primed and ready to stalk certain minions this summer.

I solemnly swear to get more minions or pillage villages and kidnap some more.

That fifth and final oath is one which you, The Internet, must fulfill for me. Make it your resolution too! And join me. Join me now and reap your rewards, or force my head and you shall of sowed your destruction.

Once again I prove myself to be dramatic don't I?

Luna, signing off.