Monday, October 31, 2005

Same Link .... Different Writing

Same hyperlink as "bloodstained streets and mangled stalls of wood and twisted metal"

Excise from rewritten, largely different story:

"they were looking for a man in his 20s who refused to buy a ticket on the bus in the Govindpuri neighborhood, leaving behind a large black bag. When some of the 40 passengers raised an alarm, the driver and conductor examined it and threw it out just as the bomb went off

In one hospital morgue, three anguished families fought over the charred bodies of two children -- a girl about eight and a boy about three. One family claimed the boy was theirs, another claimed the girl and the third said the two bodies were their missing son and daughter.

Why are they doing this to me? Can’t a father recognize his own child?' sobbed one of the men. They finally agreed to cremate the bodies jointly, pending the outcome of DNA testing to establish the identity of the children."

The future is here. We have a world where terrror, and the slaughter of innocents is a part of the fabric of life. Where it is normal to discover a bomb on a bus. Where even in the horror wrought, those robbed of their most precious, can act with a calm and quiet dignity.

Hey you, you walking talking bug sh*t. We laugh in your face.


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