This world, is it mine to worry about? Bombs inandout of Iraq. Gaza, the strip and Israel. The fact that I still can't spell Isreal right. Nigeria, 2014, the religious strife, the political pandemonium, 2015 hysteria, the girls yanked from their mothers' dry breasts, still encamped in houses they call not theirs. Ferguson, we still can't remove racial equation from the situation and realize how wrong shooting an unarmed, surrendered kid is. What now? Another one dead, by stones, sticks, hands, whatever mechanism, descending in vigorous motion. Self made jury and judge, mass hysteria. The murders laid at the doors of religion, Christianity. The girl hung in the market square for honor-we've raped all over again, her intestines out in the street. Honor, never about hiding, but opening the 'sins' for the world to see. Girls, don't walk the street at night, dark, lurking evil. Don't friendzone the one you're not interested in. Don't wear minis, not e...