How evil is evil if the result is a greater good..

**SHATOUSHKA** · January 16th, 2002, 05:58 PM

no problem, alex.
i don't mind posting what i think the definition of evil is.

but i'll do that right after everyone tells me what a 'gvenroz' is.

c'mon, people. tell me what it is.

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**Alex** · January 16th, 2002, 06:11 PM

I don't think that word can be found on this topic thread.

Shatzy, are you presently in a malnourished state?
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[This message has been edited by Alex (edited January 17, 2002).]

**t_urdl3urglar** · January 17th, 2002, 03:55 AM

Evil is being 7 years old, and waking up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve to take a piss, only to walk in the living room and see that mom and dad were ripping off the "To: Billy, From: Santa" tags, and putting on there own forged tags that said "To:Billy, From: Mom and Dad", because they were too lazy to get there own presents. To this day I wonder if Santa knows they do that?

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**t_urdl3urglar** · January 17th, 2002, 03:58 AM

Actually, this is evil...and dernd hilarious, too...

Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
shopping
done.

I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season
right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading
my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I was
missing a receipt that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I
retraced my steps to the mall entrance.

As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years
old.

He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel
shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.

Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand. Thinking
that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He
told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had
three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years
old.His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made
very little to support her large family.

Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy
her children Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off, by his
mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy
presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He
had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred
dollar bills and disappeared into the night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

The boy said, "I did."

"And nobody came to help you?" I wondered.

The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.

"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for
help. So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.

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**Alex** · January 17th, 2002, 04:47 AM

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by SHATOUSHKA:
alex--

are we keeping it isolated to the wtc issue?
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Well, your definition of evil can be whatever you say it is...at this juncture, the WTC is irrelevant in that regard.

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