murder
/mĂ»râČdÉr/
intransitive verb
- To kill (another human) in an act of murder.
- To kill brutally or inhumanly.
Thousands of civilians were murdered in the bombardment.
- To put an end to; destroy.
murdered their chances.
What I keep a hold on in my mind is the fact that itâs all murder. When I murder someone in order to save my own life, I wonât be going around telling folks, âI self- defenced himâ. No, I didnât. I murdered him.
Itâs all murder. Thatâs not even a question.
The question is, can you convince a judge or a jury that you had no choice but to murder him in order to keep on living?
For some people, thatâs all there is to it. Can I get free of this case and get on with my life, or will I go to prison?
And thereâs something else. That murder will change you. Killing someone, even in self defense, 100% justifiable, will change your life inside and out.
Everyone behaves differently and responds and reacts differently. For some, it will mean nothing to you. You wonât feel one shred of remorse. Others, will fall apart over what they have done and will never touch another firearm again as long as they live. Some get a taste for killing and canât wait to do it again.
You just never know what itâs going to be like for you until it happens.
As for me, personally, not looking forward to ever having to do a thing like that. I will, if I have to, do it in a heartbeat. But if I can walk away from it I certainly will.
Iâve had three potentially deadly encounters in my life and in my work. All three I managed to survive without killing anyone. Thank goodness. The last one, in 2003, was the worst of the three. He went to the hospital before he went to jail, but heâd be fine, eventually, after healing a broken left forearm, broken ribs, lacerations, a severe concussion and over 100 sutures in the back of his head. I nearly got arrested for assault, because I had only one little mark on me and the cop who scoured that parking lot couldnât find my attackerâs weapon, which turned out later, when he finally did find it, to be a brick in a sock. This big, strong fellow was whacked out of his skull on PCP and crack cocaine. He just didnât feel any pain and kept on coming at me. I had to hurt him to stop him. No choice.
Iâve taken down plenty of guys who were trying to hurt me and plenty who were trying to hurt others. This never bothered me. I can do all that with a clean conscience. But murder? Dunno how I would react and how my body would respond to that. Not anxious to find out.
Iâd be grateful to leave this world knowing Iâve never killed anyone.
Iâd be sad to leave this world knowing I didnât kill someone who needed to be killed. If I failed to stop him hurting or killing someone else, I would not want that on my conscience. Iâd rather take his life, if I had to, than let him hurt an innocent person.
Never fail to protect, and may all your good deeds go unpunished.