Light and easy? Keep the fluff.

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When news is good, or the fighter seems to advocate the knock-out punch, and includes everybody as the good guys but seems to take the lead, life is peachy.  Toss in the truth bomb, the reality on the ground, the fact that the fighter isn't going to fight for, only beside, others, and the song takes a sour note.  Put out more data, and a clearer picture, and the messenger becomes the bad guy.  Streamline that a bit more, flush it out with sources, show exactly what is meant, and they are ready to stone the prophet.  Thankfully, though, that is not my job.  If anything, I might be a seer.  But even that isn't my job, just a tool to hopefully help me survive to do whatever it is that lies in store... for us.  As I said, prophets don't live long after their time is done.  Thankfully I am not one.  If my fate may be just as sealed if in some other way.  It's all good.

While I lament and moan, I read a story about a guy who really did have to suffer.  A man who had to choose between justice and family.  A man who could have just shut up, and advised quiet, and counseling or "Just ask Jesus" or some other garbage.  Instead of going the easy way, he testified to having had his son admit, over the phone, that he had murdered two people, then took the stand as the star witness against his son in a capital murder case.  His son was executed yesterday, by lethal injection.  Mr. John Cook, FBI agent extraordinaire, I will pray for you, and I will pray for the soul of your son.  May he have come to God in the time given to him while waiting his final fate.  Thank you, Mr. John Cook, for doing the right thing.  I wish no man would ever have to pay such a price.  I wish I could say something more, in gratitude, to offer relief.

Good night.