I don’t know about you, but during my life I’ve met people that are just the rottenist, crummmiest SOBs on two legs. I’m talking about people that treat others like crap; people that lie in order to get what they want (usually money). People that like to intimidate; people that delight in making others feel bad.
The other day I read in the local paper that a lady saw this dirty bum crying while sitting near a pay phone. And so she asked him why he was crying and he told her that he was hungry and dirty. Thus, out of the kindess of her heart, she went and brought him a nice meal and he ate it and then asked her if he could take a shower in the hotel she was checked into. (The news article said she had returned to town to help her mother whom suffered from Alzheimer’s and, too, that she had secured a job with one of the colleges.)
So she lets the guy take a shower and he comes out naked and asked her for sex. She refused and as a result the guy attacked her and beat her to a pulp!
The article quoted her from her hospital bed (and through badly swollen eyes and lips) as saying, “I’m mad.” (It’s probably reasonable to assume she’s no longer a Liberal, as well.)
It was also stated that she did those nice things because he reminded her of her son.
What gratitude.
These days I find myself having thoughts of doing really bad things to people that I regard as being worthless scum. This fellow I mentioned here is an extreme case, for sure, but in reality there are just so many, many crummy people all around. My thoughts of harming them go from getting a CO2 pistol and damaging their cars to tossing acid in their faces … to using a shotgun on their knees. But the thing is, though, I’ve made it this far in life by being a pretty good boy, by sucking it up and letting things slide, and so I don’t wish to bring the Laws of Karma onto my puny soul as a result of getting into a mode of exacting vengeance on those that I feel deserve it.
One of my favorite Bible passages goes something like, “Vengeance is mine, sayith the Lord.” So that passage gets me off the hook for not having the guts to start harming scumbags, and yet I still have thoughts of violence. (Incidentally, I do KNOW for a personal fact that people who for no good reason do ill to others get nailed for it by The Man Upstairs at some point or time. I’ve been witness to it many times; including when I was a young fool and did things I shouldn’t have. It’s no fun at all.)
Anyway, I’d like to know if some of you decent, salt-of-the-earth types ever have thoughs (as I do) about laying serious pain on those who’ve done you wrong? And if so, what keeps you in check?