The Virus of Hate

If someone were to do something utterly vile to a dear loved one, our natural reaction would be to take out the same action upon them, right? We become so full of hate and violence, which makes us no better than the perpetrator. But we have to think about what caused them to do something like that. The person must have had so much hate upon them sometime in their life, something or someone must have taught them to hate the way they do. Another force would have to drive them to do something so evil. We have to think about the hate.

Where I live, I look outside and see what I would describe as a fairy-tale castle scene. From the lush, plentiful trees, to the abundance of nature that buzzes around, it is a fantasy land - one that I would choose to live in if I could choose nearly any place in the world.
But there, on the outskirts of my beautiful view, I see the beginnings of what looks like more apartments. Yes, they are going to chop out yet more of the beautiful scenery on the Westside that we enjoy every day and replace it with apartments, concrete, and a treeless view.

I am a third-generation Oregonian. I cannot even begin to express the joy I felt with the passing of Measure 49. I felt as if humanity, in a sense, had redeemed themselves. Oregon has been able to hold on to her beauty for so long. It has been so distressing to watch this great land disappear to massive developments. The wildlife has suffered the most. Just observe all of the dead animals on the road.