Ya it was a regular Hatfield and McCoy’s.  After the KKK was out of the picture Charlie Birger had his rival in the Shelton gang.  I’m not one to muse on why people do what they do what we’re all wired to do really whether we’re selfish or not and what folks nowadays would call the psychology of a sociopath but maybe somewhere in the wiring between intelligence and the absolute power which is its goal maybe there’s a trigger a mechanism stirred from childhood memories where the corruption stops something the corruption can’t get to and it lurks there somewhere in the subconscious the saying I need you I need someone anyone I need them to say Yes I forgive you…  And I don’t know I just don’t know if pity has a rational function.  For if God is dead and there is no afterlife if what we have is here and now and the goal to be happy what is our means to an end?  How ruthless would I be how ruthless would you be if you saw something you wanted and you had the means to get it without being caught without consequences?  What prohibits us to covet?  And then it comes down to the simplest of questions–what do you fear?  Perhaps the balance is in the limitations–yours and mine–the fact that someday our bodies will give up and die that to exceed these limitations only leads to aberrant behaviour a contradictory force to what set it all in motion and in the proscenium of the hate which leads to love and all the pride the anger the jealousy played out time becomes a track around the sun and the vultures disappear in the moon and what ends begins in our mind many times until we see the fruition of our knowledge and we know the power just sets us back the power goes backward so that if we just but remember how we live and have children how we care and protect them and then grow old if we but see how we all covet the dream how it was once when we could be anything could do anything the future all hope no denial no delusion and then there it is that first time we fail we are rejected and all that we saw happening falls away into its obedient sparks seeping into memory Stupid!  Stupid! and like a locker you keep away selections of the past remind you of how wretchedly you can hate yourself and you go through the list and now just think about that how you felt when you felt weak when you felt naive a fool and just imagine it ain’t only you and what if someone you love feels that you see them feeling that the child that was once you…  maybe Charlie Birger didn’t have that and maybe that’s what made him a sociopath–he disdained pity…

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