Friedrich Nietzsche said “Those who fight with monsters should see to it he does not become a monster. And if you stare long into a deep abyss, the abyss stares into you.”
It was a dark ominous night. Blue and red police lights flash violently over the blood soaked streets. Hoards of bystanders gather behind yellow police tape and full body armed police officers holding riot shields. Inside the corner building behind broken glass windows was a grizzly crime scene. Shards of glass cover the floor along with pools of blood, brains, flesh, and dozens of dead bodies
“There has to be at least… 50 of them, sir.” says the traumatized foot soldier to his superior officer. It was only his first day on the job, and he will have to spend it cleaning up piles of bodies and bullet shells.
Slowly one by one paramedics carry the blood soaked corpses of the victims outside onto stretchers. The only thing covering them was a thin white sheet of cloth with blotches of blood scattered all over them.
The pedestrians crossing by watch in horror as the police slowly unload the dead onto trucks. Some of them, and some officers, regurgitate the contents of theri dinner all over the crime scene, contaminating the evidence.
And amid all the horror ripped out of a Steven King novel a man in a dark trench coat steps out of a police cruiser. He makes his way over to the crime scene and examines i. He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter and starts to puff on it.
“SIr, you can’t smoke here.” said another officer.
The man looked at him and responded with the cigarette still in his mouth: “Well I can smoke or I can leave.