http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...e-He bdo-massacre-terrorists-asked-name.html http://celsifer.deviantart.com/art/Je-Suis-Charlie-505824042 "Giustizia!!!! Mia matita NON SARÀ mai rotto!!! Justice!!!! My pencil WILL NEVER be broken!!! The events that took place in France are heartbreaking. Murder is NEVER justifiable just because you don't agree. This is an outrage! Art is passion! Art is freedom! Art is expression!! Don't you dare take it away! I may not agree with someone or their ideas but art is to be appreciated in any way! I look upon artists as story tellers and movement makers. My opinion is put aside so that I may admire the work and dedication of another. Opinion is of personal interest but art is for a worldly offer. I weep for those who have been lost. Inspiration has been stopped. Murder is never the answer!!" I have recently been hit with a hard blow. At least twelve are dead from the shooting that occurred in Paris, France on January 7th. Charb & Jean Cabut were two of these dead and they both were satirical and artistic inspirations. I learned of this tragedy through the DeviantArt community and it's been a serious blow to us all. Our inspiration has been taken from us! Our voices have been threatened! Our cries have been hurt! My heart is wounded for these families and friends and my community is in tears because some one must take their rage to a new level. MURDER IS NEVER AN ANSWER. Many of us wish to die for reasons that have been for ourselves. For a moment I'm putting that aside. Jean Cabut was SEVENTY SIX YEARS OLD. He didn't deserve to be taken this way. None of them did! I am horrified by this. I am hurt, I am sorrowful, I am tortured by the thought that there are people (It doesn't matter what relgion they belong to eaither, I had to hand someone's ass to them for trying to bring that into play), people of any sort that can take up arms against someone for their right to freedom of speech and thought and creativity. A satire is just a joke to get the audience to second guess an opinion. THese people were jesters! As a jester myself I weep for the loss of someone to look up to. I have been hurt tonight.