Former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto

I know nothing. And furthermore, I know even less about Pakistani politics. Bhutto returns to her home after years of self imposed exile, to tries and usurp, or even some speculate, jointly run the country with, Musharraf'. And naturally she is assasinated within three weeks of her return. Thanks to NPR, I had come to a fairly kind mental image of Bhutto, due to the many, upon many, interviews she did with World News. When i heard of her death, i was naturally saddened, and immediately overcome with fear, and the only name that kept running thru my head was, Franz Ferdinand. But all that paranoia passed and whether we are on the verge of WWIII has yet to be seen. This is not with this post is about.

No.

What this post is about, is the worthlessness of human beings; not observed from the barbaric form of political competition, but more from an article i read from a reputable online news source. It seemed to me that the central idea of this article was this; Scotland Yard had concluded that the reason Bhutto died was due a sever head injury caused by her slamming her head into the side of what was apparently a sun roof, however, the Pakistan People's Party refuse to believe such allegations because they think that SY hadn't had enough access to all the evidence at hand and thusly did not have sound proof that this was the case. Instead the PPP adamantly insists that she was shot in the head.

Now why the debate of how she died. Why get into an arguement about the logistics of death. She died as consequence to a violent action. Apparently dieing by gunshot wound to the head comes with more political clout than a simple blunt force trauma to the head.

I refuse to even make a real comentary on the state of humanity. I will end with this, a lovely quote from the creator of Calvin and Hobbes.

“Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.” - Bill Waterson