So. I had something funny to say. Well, not so funny, and more awful... But not like awful in the real sense of the word.

But.

Instead of jumping right into the blog this morning, first I read up on some current events.

Sometimes I try to stay really informed.

And sometimes I get too busy with life and trying to make something of this whole author thing and kids and errands and dance and dinner and cleaning and, well, life, that I don't have the time.

However, there will always come a time when I just can't take it anymore and have to go catch up.

This morning, was that morning.

I kept hearing something about London, and riots and what not. And Zach is all worked up about the economy. And I hated feeling like I didn't know what was going on.

But now. I feel sick to my stomach and kind of wish I would have stayed uninformed....

It is crazy in London right now, well all over England for that matter.

Riots aren't something that we necessarily live with here. We organize marches, and protests and rallys, but I can't say that I've ever heard of people rioting.

Looting sure. Remember Hurricane Katrina? Zach and I stayed glued to the TV watching footage of people carry out arm-fulls of stolen goods and row them away from the scene of the crime in their canoes.

But that was after a Natural Disaster. That was after the store had already, for the most part, been destroyed.

In London, the Youth are the natural disaster.

What started as protests after what some consider a racial shooting by police officers has brought the country to the brink of anarchy.

And even though the citizens have issues to complain about, the loss of tens of thousands of jobs and 80 million pounds of cut spending to recover from England's large deficit, what I was reading sounded more like an excuse for children to behave badly than make a political statement.

The youth in London, and by that I mean 21 and younger, hate the police. Hate them.

And the spirit of restraint has broken.

They are attacking police officers. And setting fire to their cities. The footage is disturbing.

If you haven't seen any of it, you need to youtube it. I'm serious.

I, of course, started crying. But granted I cry at everything.

I am one hundred percent NOT a pacifist in any sense of the word. But I also do not believe in unnecessary violence and I respect authority.

I believe in war. There are evil, evil people in this world. And the small good left on this planet has an obligation to stand up against the evil that is threatening to swallow humanity as a whole. Although.... I will never believe that there is only one cause that sends a country to war. So if you want to tell me that we went to war for oil, go ahead. I won't say that you are wrong.

But you can't tell me that taking down Sadam Hussein and finding Bin Laden were small details in a cause to control the Middle East and their oil, when I just paid $3.55 for ethanol yesterday.

A country as big as the US. And in a venture that is costly and takes American lives, yes there better be more than one reason we are going to war.

Anyways, I got off topic.

London.

Is on fire.

Tonight there will be 16,000 police officers on the streets, trying to control the madness.

There has got to be a better way. Whether you hate the police or not, they are still your fellow country men. They are still husbands, and brothers, or wives and sisters, mothers and fathers....

No matter how awful your economy is, fighting against each other will not solve anything. Cutting spending is hard, but the alternative is worse.

It is not fair that people will lose their jobs, or have lost their jobs, or can't feed their families.

It makes me sick. And it is happening here too.

And it is going to get worse.

But rioting cannot be the answer.

There has to remain a respect for mankind, and authority if you are to come out on the other side of hell intact.

If along with security, dignity, affluence and comfort you also lose respect, morality and all remnants of good, then what is left?

An evil being with nothing to hope for.

That cannot happen to humanity.

And especially not a country as great as England.

That's easy for me to say, here on the peacefulness of my farm, birds singing, butterflies floating through the air, and the sound of tractors in the background.

I've never had my store ransacked by angry rioters, or had to sit huddled in my living room with the shades pulled and suitcases packed just in case I had to flee, too afraid to even look outside my window.

What is the most frightening to me, is that these violent protests encompass only one generation. The youth.

What faith can they have in their future if it holds dreams of anarchy and hatred for authority?

Anyways, my prayer is that this gets better and that nobody else gets hurt.

And that this doesn't spread.

That thought alone makes me ill.