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civilized society ?

An organized communal riots, gaining the proportions of a pogrom ... but the popularity of the person in command (Mr. M) increased and he got a landslide victory in elections!

5 years later -

Mr M walks away (rather runs ...!) from a popular TV show when quizzed about his role in that pogrom.
A (somewhat questionable!) TV sting showing Mr M's role in that riots
Mr M banning TV channels which are about to telecast that!
and Mr M and his aides refusing to come out clean ...
Still he continues to be at the helm of affairs. He ruled the roost for a long time despite his highly questionable conduct (... without giving any defense, but rather perpetrating hatred which makes us believe more in his role!)

Still, he rules the roost (at least as on Friday 26th October, 2007) ... rather he is allowed to ...

Without taking any sides, I am just tempted to ask are we living in a civilized society, where we are driven more by hatred than anything else?
If yes, what kind of civilized society is this, and where is it headed for?

Comments

  1. "The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it." - Albert Einstein

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  2. "The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred." - 1984 (George Orwell)

    Far fetched it may sound, but are we going this way ?

    I hope not!

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  3. I agree on the message of the blog post... Though m not too convinced about the authenticity of the allegations on Mr M.

    And going by Mr E's quote... M was as much a murderer as the family who refused to take in pleading kids...

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  4. "M was as much a murderer as the family who refused to take in pleading kids..."

    I think the motivations were different in both cases. In one it was (probably) power, and in other it was fear ... or concern for safety apparently! (Although this doesn't absolve them from blame)

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  5. See, u said it yourself and have also talked about it in your "intentions" blog-post - It doesnt matter!! The intentions dont count! You cant unintentionally murder someone and beg forgiveness!!

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  6. Hmmm ... That was a real "data mining" kind of thing!

    Still ... my justifications -

    "Intention thing" was about good intention leading to good/ 'ungood' actions!

    The point I made in the comment in
    this post was about 'why' do they kill or allow people to be killed ... and they are definitely guilty (I should have mentioned this!)

    And definitely, I can't kill someone unintentionally and beg forgiveness, and using fear as justification is unpardonable!

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  7. @ Nova:
    How can you doubt the authenticity of the allegations...even his and his party's biggest supporters accept this 'mistake' and so does his party high command...though they do treat it as a 'necessary' mistake. And how fair is comparing mass murder and a license to kill by Mr. M with fear to take in someone in when you know your own kids will be dead as a consequence.

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