A KILLING SWORD

True Samurai Swords are a work of art. I’m not talking about cheap imitations; I’m talking about one that was folded and made by a master. This one was several hundred years old, and all you had to do was draw it, and feel the balance, to appreciate the craftsmanship and honor, which went into its construction. Look at the edge, and you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

Have you ever held a sword that’s been used to take a Human life? That is, the life of someone you know.

I have.

I know a girl who, unfortunately, had an abusive father. Not sexually, but he would beat the shit out of her in uncontrollable fits of drunken rage. One night, he came at her again, and she’d had enough…she grabbed the Katana off the mantle, unsheathed it, and ran him through. She killed her father.

The courts ruled self-defense, and years later; they returned the sword to her. It was a masterpiece. As a matter of fact, the Japanese wanted it returned to Japan; they considered this particular blade a national treasure. She refused. She still has it to this day.

When I hold this weapon, I get the Willies.

Karma, I guess.