On Guard, For Real

"There are those who say, 'If I had the power, I would . . .' and they hate power, are jealous and envious of those with power."
"They're a contradiction."
"They don't see it that way.  They haven't dealt with the fact that if they had power they'd be hated too, by the powerless, as contenders hate the champ.  They wake up some mornings and the deranged hate is on their face, in their eyes, ready to explode on some innocent.  They hate to see a person smile or hear him or her laugh or express happiness in any way, especially if they consider that person to be of the lower class, as they are.  'What the hell does that ignorant scum find so wonderful to be happy about?' they think.  They forget, or maybe never knew, that one thing everyone, rich, poor, powerful, powerless, wants is happiness.  'Oh, ultimately, only with political philosophy can we persuade these justifiably angry people to cease killing and destroying,' they've heard some meek politicians say who're either ignorant or hypocrites, or both, to believe that one can reason with one who is mentally deranged.  'We will make mince meat of people like them,' the deranged hater mumbles.  What have those he wants to kill done to him?  They don't even know him or her?

"These deranged haters want desperately to be known, even if it kills them.  Why not satisfy them with their death?  Go on laughing, singing, dancing with the stars, playing, working, creating, but have someone on guard.  The deranged haters are watching, waiting; they're somebody's sons or daughters.  Our Armed Forces and police, alone, can't know them all.  For real.