" Is Murder Ever Justifiable? " Is A Standard Sort Of Philosophical Question, And With All Philosophical
" Is murder ever justifiable? " is a standard sort of philosophical question, and with all philosophical conundrums there is no right answer. We all have individual morals, based mostly on learned and observed morals, thus rendering our own individuality in the endeavor inert. But i was asked this recently and actually gave it some thought, and here are my long winded results you wont read:
Concerning antiquity: The Vikings had what they called "justifiable Murder" in where certain social norms and or laws were broken, and rather than the state executing, as we now as a "modern" society do, it was left to the individual. in such a case, a family member felled unjustifiably, a family member raped, etc, murder was legal, however there were stipulations, you had to pay for the burial of said killed party, and if i recall correctly had to pay 6 months of their lost wadges on the farm ( despite the reputation, most Vikings were farmers and not warriors per se ) and this was because the death without said stipulations would punish innocent parties, IE their families. This also meant, like in most cultures, the rich got away with murder moreso than the poor, go figure, but thats a whole different tangent.
We, as Americans or, modern westerners in general tend to be biblical in our morals, of course we dont really read into that. In the Jewish Torah for instance, thou shalt not kill was only applicable in ones own tribe, infact in the torah ( and feel free to research this ) only sons of Abraham ( jews ) were even considered people, and murder or enslavement of non jews was, not only fine but encouraged to a extent.
Native Americans, on the other hand, and of course this isnt applicable to all tribes, native americans are as diverse as any continent, when someone didnt contribute, or acted in reprehensible ways they were laughed at, everyone just laughed at them, and if they didnt change the behavior they were then thrown out, essentially a death sentence.
Now we teach people murder is always wrong, and if you do it, we'll kill you by injecting you with chemicals ( lethal injection goes very wrong often, btw, its not the peaceful death they claim ) we'll teach you killings wrong, by, killing you. Now, you cant reason with a rabid dog, some killers we let out and they immediately kill again, its important to TRY but not everyone can be saved, just trust me. In the case of a rabid dog, you put it down, not to just save others but really to save the dog from himself, watch some interviews with killers, they almost always know theyre damaged and are somewhat grateful for being stopped, because they cant stop themselves.
Do I PERSONALLY believe in murder, of course not, I feel that 95% of people can change their mind, and be to some extent rehabilitated, I also, again to some extent, feel life is precious, even damaged life. Perhaps the murderer writes a book in jail that is published and influences a person to save lives as a career, one can never predict the butterfly effect of the cosmos.
I think, ideologies and religion asside most people have a nature to not want to kill, perhaps hurt, but not kill. This could just be my bias because i see so many pictures of hunters smiling with their kills propped in their arms, I only kill ( obviously i havent killed people ) when I have to, rather its to eat, or disease prevention or, what have you, and everytime i feel bad. Hunters now arent hungry, they just like the thrill of killing something, that they then happen to eat, to me thats different entirely, but im off on a tangent from the original tangent...
All things are subjugate to perspective and scenario, no (sane) person kills and likes it, but (most) sane people will kill if their life is threatened. I dont like tear jerky philosophical questions like this, any black and white question has no place in the spectrum of philosophy really. If you aim to kill me, and i know it, ill kill you, in that moment, and trust that i mean this, ill kill you without a thought whatsoever. Thereafter i will feel bad, and have nightmares and become a drug addict and blow my brains out or what have you, but in the moment, its justifiable.
No man should have the right to be judge, jury, and executioner, however if you know, and i mean really know that unless you kill person A, person B, C, D, and E will die, thats simple math, blow that prick away, feel bad later. This rant seems like its about murder, and it IS but more loftily this post is about all pseudo - philosophical questions, when is it ok to steal, when is a lie a good thing and when is it a bad thing, etc etc. Is murder ever justifiable, of course it is, and more lofty still if reality is subjective, anything is justifiable at a given time, the difference is the intent, I think.
But do abandon the thought that murder dooms you to hell, as if there were such a place, and if a fear of a hell is your only reason for not murdering, you're a terrible person and i hope there IS a hell, just for you. We take for granted that our minds are our own, and that all minds are not like yours, and your reality isnt real at all, some people can kill for fun and not feel bad, theyre crazy, or, am i crazy because im not like that, its just my word against theirs, and the majority rules, which is a shit endeavor because the majority has group psychosis and shit taste in every and all things.
" That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil. "
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shall you then punish those who would deny your instant gratification? should a stifling word become you antithesis? Have I done too many mushrooms in my life? Probably...
Do you really know what it is to be alive before you face death? How many people do you have to bury do you think before youve outlived enough people? what is it you want from life, what the fuck IS it you want?!
Do you imagine death as some floating experience in the clouds, do you see it as the end? Are there truly any ends? What IS it to end? are not all beginnings some other end? Can your tiny brain even conceive of not being? If not, is that some copping mechanism? Are you just stupid? what IS stupid?
Are the victims of the world the only voices that matter? Do we all not suffer our own hell, Is the winner not really a loser? Has not every action we should do have repercussions of which we cant comprehend, can we even comprehend ourselves?
Will our spouses that cheat on us, or our self involved children save us from such fates? are we just dooming those around us to suffer in our fate, to drown in the tides of our own raging waters? Why is it we only destroy that which we hold dear?
Are you breathing right now? Are you sure? if you were to wake up tomorrow after that 8 hour death and find out there were infact no life to return to,would YOU be any different? Do you cry out of pain or do you cry for attention? What IS it to cry?....
I tell Nicos flowered backside how beautiful she is, how sweet she is and how much I need her. Her skin and hair. To make it last, because this is the only time I can say it. Because the moment this is over, we'll hate eachother. The only person we'll hate more than eachother is ourselves. These are the only few moments I can be human, just for these minutes, I don't feel lonely. And riding me up and down, Nico says, ' so when do I get to meet your mom?' And ' never ' I say, ' That's impossible, I mean. ' ...Ask any man about his mom during sex, and you can delay the big blast forever. And Nico says, ' So is she dead now? ' and I say, ' sort of. ' Anymore when i go to visit my mom, I don't even pretend to be myself, hell i don't even pretend to know myself very well, not anymore. My mom, it's like her sole occupation at this point is losing weight. What's left of her is so thin she has to be a puppet.... The next time I go to visit my mom I'm still Fred Hastings, her old public defender, and she keeps me yakking all afternoon. I tell her I'm not married, and she says that's a shame...The next visit I'm still Fred, but married and with 3 children. ' Three is too many, people should stop at two ' she says, the next visit I have two. Every visit there's less and less of her under the blanket, in another way there's less and less of Victor Mancini sitting in the chair next to her bed. The next day I'm myself again, and it's only a few minutes before my mom rings for the nurse to escort me back to the lobby. We sit not talking then she says ' Victor ' she says, ' I need to tell you something....Fred Hastings was here, you remember Fred don't you? These days he has a wife and two perfect children, it was such a pleasure ' my mom says ' to see life work out for such a good person. ' ' I told him to buy land ' my moms says ' they're not making it anymore ' I ask her who she means by they, and she presses the nurse button again
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
when i filled out my required draft card i ended my signature with a big smiley face, call me to war and find out how quick i become canadian....
I dont have boobs so I have to win people over the hard way, you know, wit, and intelligence and, skills therein. It’s not going so well...maybe if i change my tumblr name to tweakerbarbie people will love me. The again MY dad hugged me so I dont need that daddy hug from strangers. Hat off to the dumb sluts of tumblr, cant imagine why ya parents dont give a flying fuck about ya, have some more meth i mean you have a 7th grade education, surely your brain can handle the damage.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
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Just give me a million dollars and I’ll take your thetan count (OT) and when you reach OT 9 ill tell you you had it in you all along, the enlightenment, but you needed those other 8 steps to realize it, so my payment is justified.
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Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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