A story that really touched me and reminded me of a few years ago. There's a teenage punk kid who gets run over by a white athlete in his dad's Cadillac. The boy died beyond recognition. This guy is obviously guilty of killing this kid. He was convicted, guessing the All-American, who was in college at the time. The jury felt that the punk deserved to die, as if he was meant to be. Not only was he killed, at the trial. He was killed again because they criticized his way of life. Because he wasn't wearing a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and khakis. The killer also applauded at graduation because he was a football star. American dream, strong, normal, he never spent a day in prison. So who are we to blame, you know, everybody wants to say, you know To Much Violence To Much Violence Today, everybody forgets the Civil War, the Bible, or Shakespeare. Violence is not new! That's why I asked this question and I put this on my website. I said: Is it adult entertainment that kills our children, or is it killing children and entertaining adults? I think that's a question we should ask ourselves now. Every time you pass the horny cameras of a crime scene, or at a funeral, or in a plane crash. I'm in the frame right now and you're looking at me. I looked at myself in the monitor. We sit in front of the TV and we are the TV. We are a copy, staring at a copy. Infinite copy! In the end it fell like a Xerox copier. We don't know who started it, that's where we are. This is what I want to leave to you.
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