I’m crying inside again today for another person, someone I didn’t even know, whose life was taken in a senseless act of violence.
It happens every day around the world, doesn’t it? People with anger issues lose control. They snap. They kill in acts of blind rage.
In this case, the accused is alleged to have murdered his female partner and abducted their son, leading police to issue an Amber Alert. They soon discovered he ditched his vehicle at a provincial rest stop and stole a Honda SRV from a 71-year-old man named Yvon Lacasse, who then went missing. Police found Yvon’s body by a river yesterday.
The accused, caught in Ontario, is in a hospital after apparently trying to take his own life while in police custody. The last I heard, he will live to face the charges against him, and will no doubt spend the next 15 to 25 years in jail (if convicted) — if he doesn’t execute himself beforehand.
Yes, I and no doubt others are wishing there was a death penalty so we could grant this guy his wish. But then I got to thinking: what if someone I loved snapped one day and committed such a crime? Would I stop loving them? Would I wish them death by public execution?
I am reminded once again that no matter what you do to keep yourself healthy to prolong your life, it could be taken away from you in an instant by some careless individual in an accident or, like the two victims mentioned above, in an act of rage by some crazed person with anger issues.
Yes, I have also thought it might be best to carry a handgun, but my readers here have long pointed out the folly in that. Yet if Yvon Lacasse had a gun on him, he could have stopped his killer . . .
There are no answers. It just reconfirms to me that the material world is very much a wheel of chaos, an abyss of sorts, and I take some comfort in knowing that some day, I will be liberated from it in a metaphysical sense, or in no sense at all.
Photo: Chaos, by George Frederic Watts, circa 1875. Source: Wikipedia