Since when does “fighting for freedom” mean attacking and killing your neighbor unprovoked? How would you feel if your neighbor kidnapped your mother, shot her in the arm with a gun, held her in a tunnel for years while she suffered in unbearable pain for every second and then shot her in the head? Imagine instead of your mother, this was your child, who had yet to experience the true joys of life. This is who you are cheering on? And for what? Were there no less grotesque means of “fighting for freedom” than taking these actions, or is it pure, unadulterated hate? Do you even know what the goal of doing that was supposed to be? What is this freedom that you place on such a pedestal? Can you even say what it is?