Josh Powell blew himself and his kids up yesterday, and so I will share a few words about justice. There is no such thing as justice. If justice existed, tragedies like this wouldn't happen. I've heard a few people say that Josh Powell has reserved himself a special place in hell for his actions. I wish it were true.
There is a lot of evil in the world, a lot of bad shit out there. I've tried to come up with some sort of justification for it, some story about it that would make it hurt less when someone murders his two sons. I tell myself that it happened for a reason. I tell myself that Josh Powell was so messed up because he had some sort of desease. Somehow that makes it easier.
What if his sons hadn't run ahead of their social worker into the house? What if the judge who ruled that Josh should have visitation rights with his kids had ruled differently? There are questions and possibilities. There are stories we can tell ourselves about what happened. They are stories.
Two innocent kids died when their father blew up the house they were in. Honestly, what else can we do but mourn?
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