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I just love news like this:

Constable Stephen Paul Carroll, 48, was shot dead in Craigavon, 30 miles (48 kilometers) southwest of Belfast, late yesterday, two days after two British soldiers were killed by members of another breakaway group, the Real IRA. Police began raiding properties in Craigavon today in connection with the murder, a police spokeswoman said today in a phone interview.

Continuity IRA Claims Credit for Ireland Attack (Update2) – Bloomberg.com

If things weren’t bad enough, now people have to busy themselves reviving old hates and violence. I remember all too well when a day didn’t go by that you didn’t read or hear about the violence in Northern Ireland. It was just one of those “everyday things” like coffee and toast in the morning and the latest news on the Cold War. You know, get up, have breakfast, read the news (“yup, they’re still killing each other in Northern Ireland and do you know that a Russian communist spy could be living next door to us, honey?”) and head off to work. No big deal, right? Except for those living in Northern Ireland of course.

Now, after years of stability (for the most part) and with the world in turmoil, instead of banding together to help solve the problems, human nature takes over and people in so-called civilized countries start killing each other over old grievances. Hey, that’ll make things all the better now won’t it?

Stupid, worthless, childish (and sadly typical) human behavior.

So what’s next? The South Shall Rise Again?

God! I wish people would grow up.

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Author’s note: There’s nothing personal against Northern Ireland here, I want to make that clear. And I realize that things over there have always been restless since opposing factions came to an accord to end the violence in 1998.  It’s just a damn shame that this kind of worthless, meaningless violence should rear it’s ugly head again—ever! And I just couldn’t help myself but rant about it. It makes it apparent how little it takes to start doing each other in…

…even in my own country.

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