Death of the black heroes

The death of actor Heath Ledger reached this part of the world.

I was not a fan and didn't bother seeing his big hit. Call me old fashioned. I find the advertisement of people's sexual deviations by the mass media, rather one sided, to say the least.

However, there is no doubt he was a handsome young man and a talented one, as I read, and a father. What I want to point out in this post is this. As I read on MSN:
Ledger told The New York Times in November that his recent work on the films "The Dark Knight" and "I'm Not There" had been stressful, and that he was struggling with sleeplessness and had taken the sleeping pill Ambien.
he has interpreted Joker in such a dark way that he amazed everyone.
"Ledger's maniacal, edgier take on the legendary supervillain", as Ms. Morgan puts it. The film's ad campaign was built around "images of his character [which] are particularly ghoulish".
The "Dark Knight" rollout will present more than a few challenges en route to opening weekend. One poster shows the Joker character drawing a clown's smile on a mirror with red lipstick and scrawling the words, "Why So Serious?" The tagline was also used to launch a Joker-centric Web site that the studio used to bow new photos from the pic and a viral scavenger hunt, among other games.
"The Joker character is dealing with chaos and life and death and a lot of dark themes," one insider with knowledge of the campaign said. "Everyone is going to interpret every line out of his mouth in a different way now."

Finally, darkness got him altogether.

This should be a banner popping in front of every mum's eyes. All those dark, strange characters, can draw children toward darkness. Maybe not every single child will be drowned in the abyss, but many weaker, more vulnerable ones, may.

My eldest daughter began reading the Harry Potter series at the age of 7. Till last year all her reading outside school was about magic. She wouldn't read anything else. I'm slowly trying to steer her away and with the help of her new school, last year, and with God's help I hope she will look at brighter horizons.

On our way back home tonight, the little ones began talking about suicide. Both their teachers told them that it is a very bad thing and the ultimate insult to God. They wanted to know why it is bad to kill oneself. This is a very tough issue for C, because his elder brother J, did, some twenty years ago. So, I stepped in, not without hesitating as to what I could say that would not hurt him and be of some help to the children. I told them that because God created each one of us to be His image, we must take good care of ourselves. We must look after both our bodies and our minds, in order to become our best, as closer to God as we can. And since God is the giver of our lives, if we destroy ourselves in any way, it is like intending to kill God, which is the greatest insult.

As I was speaking, I thought for a split second: God, what am I saying? I have been doing this to myself for years! In little everyday ways, I kept rebelling against my nature and my creator. Killing myself in so many ways...

Praying for God's wisdom and guidance and for all lost souls...