I'm not sure we appreciate how lucky we are to live in a place where metaphors are just figures of speech. You're supposed to buy stocks when there's blood in the streets. Things, schools maybe, are "from hell", and situations are defused.
I was listening to a news story recently. An Afghan man was saying that Americans don't respect their culture or religion. Later in the story they interviewed a 12 year old boy who had been stopped from exploding his suicide vest, but still planned on killing himself to kill non-Muslims.
Okay, this post is a little on the nose, but I went for a nice ride on the bike trail after work today. It was really pretty and the trail was great, but it's not always easy to turn that into a grumbly post.