Sword of Gideon

I watched this movie last night and it only reminded me of everything I've always thought about gangs and killing.

I'm not "Pro-Israeli" or "Pro-Arab" . . . I frankly couldn't give a shit about internecine conflicts, family feuds or any of that shit, but having been around since 1957 I know a bit about stuff.

Listen, dude, I'm going to kill you. Yes, I am most definitely going to kill you. I'll train. I'll find you and I'll find the best way to kill you. And you will most definitely will die, make no mistake, once I get my marching orders. I will hunt you down like a red fox in the British woods, but most assuredly, you will die.

But your wife won't die with you. Your daughter will be deprived of a father, but after all, how many other sons and daughters did you deprive of a father and mother? Plus, you did it without a thought; the "collateral" damage of twelve nuns and a busload of civilians was merely "sacrifices for The Cause". Afterwards, you hugged each other with relieved laughter, went to a café and smoked a celebratory hookah.Yay, what's the body count, 28? no, really, 39? Excellent!

But if you ever killed my elder brother, I would hunt you down, dude. I would not stop. If he has transgressed in some way in your code, as in the Mafia, I would pause. For about 45 seconds.

I guess that's just the Human Condition.

Ask the chimps, why don't you. They share most of our DNA and tend to bite each others' faces off.

At least my revenge would be a bullet in the back of your sorry-ass head.

But that would be after the penny nails. Oh, you will really like the penny nails.