The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices that you make will shape your life forever.
A Bronx Tale 1993
EMMETT: If I’d brought a pretty lady like that into a place like this, I’d stay close.
Yet even now, says the LORD, return to me with your whole heart, with fasting, and weeping, and mourning; Rend your hearts, not your garments, and return to the LORD, your God. For gracious and merciful is he, slow to anger, rich in kindness, and relenting in punishment.
There has been, in my opinion a morbid fascination with the autopsy photo of the dead terrorist Tamerlan Tsarnaey, part of it fueled no doubt by the quite normal human inclination of revenge. A very Jacksonian way of looking at things satisfying the anger that burns in our hearts.
I was also filled with anger on friday based on a photo of Tamerlan Tsarnaev, but it came from this photo of him with his girlfriend at Gateway Pundit
along with this story.
“Tamerlan says he doesn’t drink or smoke anymore: ‘God said no alcohol.’ A muslim, he says: ‘There are no values anymore,’ and worries that ‘people can’t control themselves.’”
We know Tamerlan Tsarnaev was 26 and a competitive boxer for a club named Team Lowell, who won the Rocky Marciano Trophy for being New England Golden Gloves heavyweight champion in 2010. He did this while taking time off from school at Bunker Hill Community College, where he studied in hopes of being an engineer.
We know he had a YouTube profile, where he created a playlist dedicated to terrorism. The photo gallery features his girlfriend at the time, and the caption reads:
Tamerlan says his girlfriend is half Portuguese, half Italian girlfriend and converted to Islam: “She’s beautiful, man!”
Most people see and read this and see just the terrorist, who slaughtered women and children and robbed them of their future, but Radical Islam didn’t just rob those people of those potential wonderful lives, it robbed Tamerlan of the same.
I look at this picture of this young man and his lady and I get angry, not for what he did, but for what could have been.
I look at that photo and I see a handsome young man and a beautiful young lady happy together. I can imagine them marrying. I can see the joy of the day. As the years pass they raise a family, watch them grow up with all the joys and foibles that entails. I see him eying his daughters boyfriends as only a father & ex-boxer can eventually walking a daughter down the aisle. In their middle age bouncing grandchildren on their knees.
But there is more than that. He worried about people not having morals or able to control themselves, a valid worry in today’s society. Just imagine, if instead of killing he lived hat life of restraint, being an example of a person can live a fully without the vices that he rejected. Picture him in his forties saying to his sons when they are tempted by the wrong crowd: “If you want to find a good wife like your mother, instead of drinking and partying work hard, go to school, improve yourself and worship God.”
Imagine him, graduating, being a successful engineer, buying a house and being a man who other men look up to, a role model for his children & grandchildren. What if he lived that pious life and happy life, (they are not mutually exclusive no matter what they say on TV) with the women of his dreams beside him. He would have been a light to all who saw him.
Imagine all the people who could have been touched by a life lived this way. Just think of all the good that could have been done! How many people would have asked him: “How did you get so lucky?” and he with a grin giving the answer that comes from age and experience: “It’s not luck, I lived a clean life, worked hard and remembered God.”
Imagine if the discipline that his religion teaches was applied in that way. How many might have followed his example? How many lives could he have toughed for the better in subtle ways?
Instead he is an example of death, destruction and pain and disgrace. Hundreds of lives shattered, his own family and people disgraced and under suspicion and his young woman alone and in tears.
This is what Radical Islam has done multiplied by the thousands, and THAT’S why I hate it. It doesn’t just destroy the people it murders, it destroys the people who do the killing.
And those destroyed lives outrage me. All of them.
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