In Defense of The Bladerunner
I'm no lawyer nor will I ever have the credentials be as such.
But looking at Oscar Pistorius reminds me of myself.
In my youth of 17 or 18 I was a pro runner 6 miles a day, 13 miles at the end of the week.
I have yet to run a full marathon I've come close about 21 miles or so.
From West Hempstead, NY to Dix Hills, NY
The last few miles buckling my knees to the point where I could do nothing else put find a place to sit and eat.
For the last 5 miles or so I called a friend to pick me up.
Drove me to the family thanksgiving thing on that cold winter.
I jumped out of my friend's car and ran the last 100 meters or so.
I cheated
I couldn't go beyond my own physical limitations.
That last 5 miles might have killed me.
I've seen other runners like Paula Radcliffe many years ago, break down crying, she wanted that moment so badly, but the body wouldn't go any further.
It could've been anything, was she too hot from the heat, did her knees buckle at that moment, did she not eat well that morning?
Whose to say but the moment was there she couldn't finish.
After a recent experience in this house with people I couldn't see or hear or thought I could see or hear.
I really feel for the guy.
Whose to say what Oscar Pistorius experienced in that moment.
Did somebody elses voice come from that bathroom?
A shooter that got mistaken for someone else.
I really wish I could have been there to see what really did happen.
I look at him and think Hey this guy could be me one day. A runner who lost his legs with nothing else to live for anymore. The moment gone to be a normal runner, a normal person, no chance to run that marathon.
Fortunately he was given another chance, another chance at running.
If somebody threatens your home, like I felt threatened, you would keep a weapon nearby.
Hell the other night I slept with my blade because I was a 100% sure someone was ghosting the house.
What if my grandmother stepped into the room while I was half asleep and by mistake I cut her.
Cut her arm anything.
If I was half asleep the memory would be like faded grey a tiny glimpse, how many times have I experienced that I asked myself?
When and how do I know I'm dreaming or sleeping?
I think as you age it gets harder to tell.
The line between reality blurred and hard to trace.
Age changes perception, knowledge changes life, life changes experience.
I don't know what Oscar Pistorius experienced in that moment but I am of the feeling that he didn't know exactly who or what was in that room.
Why not have a psychiatrist make a judgement?
Why not give the man another chance even if he is guilty for a murder an accidental one?
Give him another chance I say!
Our heroes are so few these days, and the villains many lets give one of our heroes who had gone unnoticed til that fateful moment another chance at life.
And therapy.
Lots of it.
-Astral Samurai
Playing Devil's Advocate
But looking at Oscar Pistorius reminds me of myself.
In my youth of 17 or 18 I was a pro runner 6 miles a day, 13 miles at the end of the week.
I have yet to run a full marathon I've come close about 21 miles or so.
From West Hempstead, NY to Dix Hills, NY
The last few miles buckling my knees to the point where I could do nothing else put find a place to sit and eat.
For the last 5 miles or so I called a friend to pick me up.
Drove me to the family thanksgiving thing on that cold winter.
I jumped out of my friend's car and ran the last 100 meters or so.
I cheated
I couldn't go beyond my own physical limitations.
That last 5 miles might have killed me.
I've seen other runners like Paula Radcliffe many years ago, break down crying, she wanted that moment so badly, but the body wouldn't go any further.
It could've been anything, was she too hot from the heat, did her knees buckle at that moment, did she not eat well that morning?
Whose to say but the moment was there she couldn't finish.
After a recent experience in this house with people I couldn't see or hear or thought I could see or hear.
I really feel for the guy.
Whose to say what Oscar Pistorius experienced in that moment.
Did somebody elses voice come from that bathroom?
A shooter that got mistaken for someone else.
I really wish I could have been there to see what really did happen.
I look at him and think Hey this guy could be me one day. A runner who lost his legs with nothing else to live for anymore. The moment gone to be a normal runner, a normal person, no chance to run that marathon.
Fortunately he was given another chance, another chance at running.
If somebody threatens your home, like I felt threatened, you would keep a weapon nearby.
Hell the other night I slept with my blade because I was a 100% sure someone was ghosting the house.
What if my grandmother stepped into the room while I was half asleep and by mistake I cut her.
Cut her arm anything.
If I was half asleep the memory would be like faded grey a tiny glimpse, how many times have I experienced that I asked myself?
When and how do I know I'm dreaming or sleeping?
I think as you age it gets harder to tell.
The line between reality blurred and hard to trace.
Age changes perception, knowledge changes life, life changes experience.
I don't know what Oscar Pistorius experienced in that moment but I am of the feeling that he didn't know exactly who or what was in that room.
Why not have a psychiatrist make a judgement?
Why not give the man another chance even if he is guilty for a murder an accidental one?
Give him another chance I say!
Our heroes are so few these days, and the villains many lets give one of our heroes who had gone unnoticed til that fateful moment another chance at life.
And therapy.
Lots of it.
-Astral Samurai
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