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Murder Was The Case
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Little old Fairfield Connecticut had it’s first homicide in nearly a decade this past week. I find it strange that we can have a stat like that when people are being gunned down on a near weekly basis one town away. I guess it’s a little like Detroit and Grosse Pointe, except not so extreme on either end of the spectrum. The shooting happened at a local jewelry store where the owners, a married couple, were shot and killed by a robber who had already done similar crimes in New York. Our incredibly wack Fairfield PD, not knowing what to do in an event of any magnitude larger than running a stoplight, ended up letting the criminal leave the state. He was eventually caught in New Jersey, I guess he wanted to rob stores in the entire tri-state area.

When a murder happens it’s always interesting to see the reaction of the people. Since Fairfield thinks it’s a small town (it’s not, but I’ll humor some of the locals) there has been an outpouring of faux grief. It’s as though everyone who ever walked into the store suddenly felt a huge connection to these people. My feeling is, if you were never invited to dinner at their house, you probably weren’t their friend. The main thing people have been saying is "but they were so nice." Quite a few folks have come up to me and said this..... like everything would have been different if they were a couple of jackasses. All of a sudden it would be "oh they were killed, but they I heard they ate babies." Of course they were nice, they were sales people! You don’t get a lot of repeat customers by saying "thanks for spending you’re hard earned money here, fuckwad."

OK, so maybe I’m being a little harsh on some points, maybe they were as nice as they appeared to be, even when not trying to make a sale, but no matter how nice they were, they ran a jewelry store. Anyone want to wager a guess on how we get diamonds? If you said from the blood of Africans pat yourself on the back. It’s one of the reasons that, no matter how big I get in the music industry, I will never rock an iced out anything. That being said, I’m going off an a tangent I don’t want to go on right now. The point is not to deconstruct those who’ve passed on (because I don't know a thing about them other than that they were jewelry store owners), but rather to deconstruct those who are still living.

I think the main point everyone is missing in this is how self-centered a lot of people become after a death. All these folks are saying they feel bad and it was such a horrible thing. Really? You feel bad? If these jewelry store owners were as great as people have been saying then they ascended straight into heaven. You feel sorry for them not having to put up with the nonsense of planet earth? The racism, the classism, the hatred, the bigotry, the ignorance, the intolerance? When you look at it that way all the faux grieving is either a sorry attempt to try to look concerned over something you have very little right to have feelings over (sorry, only family and friends should really be grieving) or a subconscious realization that your faith isn’t as strong as you might have thought because you’re now afraid of death.

I come from a different mindset when it comes to shootings and death. I’ve been at clubs where there have been shootings. Heck I walked into a club one night with a friend of mine and ten minutes later someone was shot right outside at the entrance. It’s something that happens. In the grand scheme of things none of us are essential to the inner workings of the universe. We’re all cogs so tiny that even if we all disappeared the grass would still grow, the rain would still fall and the earth would still rotate. We’ve been taught such a warped idea of self-importance over the years that we tend to forget these things.

I am not, repeat not, trying to badmouth those who have passed on. I just want to put everything in perspective. Nobody is perfect and death is only sad for those still living. For those who’ve passed on, as long as they were good people, they are in a much better place. Don't grieve, celebrate their lives and the fact that they no longer have to be in a place where murders like these can happen.

Final Thought: This one’s a little strange (and completely unrelated to the rest of the post). I was at Borders the other day and while walking through the parking lot to get to my car I heard someone’s car stereo blasting a strange song. I couldn't make it would at first, but dude was playing it on 11. It finally got to a part that had lyrics and it turned out to be "Fernando" by Abba. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard.

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