Homer, I can empathize with your anger at being robbed. It’s happened to me, although not on so large a scale. If I were you, I’d be madder than hell. However, I think there are two things you need to take a look at.
One: it’s a CD player. It’s not your mother or your sister or your girlfriend or one of your body parts. I realize that it represented a lot of time and hours and investment to obtain. But you said yourself that insurance will replace most of it. How about if you were living in North Carolina and lost everything, like some of those folks have? Worse yet, how about if you were living in a place like Colombia and a volcano erupted and took your house, took your possessions, took your family, and left you with nothing----- and you had no insurance whatsoever, like those people don’t, and you just had to eat the loss? I’d say that comparitively, you’re not so bad off. It’s a reflection of our society here in America that we get so worked up about things, when a goodly percentage of the world can’t even feed themselves. Besides that, a good many people (Lincoln comes to mind) have been robbed or left with bad debts and have been forced to work years to replace or make good what was lost, and have come out stronger and wiser because of it. This is an opportunity for personal growth and the acquisition of personal maturity, my friend. Use it wisely.
Two: If I were you, I’d soft-peddle the “I’ll kill the bastards” bit. Have you ever killed another human being? Ever taken a rifle and fired it into the body of another person, at close range? I have. I experienced all of the aspects of that action, sights, sounds, smells, emotions, all of the stuff that you never get a feeling for by going to Arnold Schwartzeneggar movies, and I’ll tell you something, my friend, it ain’t what you think it is. When you kill somebody, murderous rage or not, after it’s over, you can’t just shake hands with the corpse and let bygones be bygones, and everybody will be happy because everything is just like it was before…real life is not a movie. When you kill someone, they don’t get back up and walk around after you cool off. It is irrevocable, and you will live with your action for the rest of your life. At least I had a resonable excuse for what I did; I was a guy in the wrong uniform, in the wrong country, at the wrong time, and the guy I shot was doing his damndest to kill me first. You don’t have that excuse-----you’re angry because somebody stole your stuff. Perfectly understandable, but it does not add up to a reason to take somebody’s life. Settle down, and think long and hard about the wide picture and the consequenses of your actions, my friend. I offer this as friendly advice from an old codger who’s been there and done that.
Okay, lecture is over. Flame away if you feel like it, but it won’t alter the facts.