My thoughts are consumed with much these days. One of those thoughts revolves around the kidnapping and murder of the two young men this past week. I don't want to get political because I'm sick to the point of vomit of politics. I don't want to get emotional, but what else will drive me if not my emotions?

Another thought rests on the rememberance of the Armenian Genocide, having just commemorated it last week.

So, death marks my week. The slaughter of those unarmed and unable to defend themselves.

I stand, therefore, at the edge, looking on history repeating itself. Yes, the picture is not a carbon copy, but it smells very familiar.

Wash away the stains of blood...