I take a commuter train to work. It has a capacity of about 250, but rarely books more than a 100 riders per trip. Now, I want you to consider something. What if each of those riders’ lives represented something that you hate: a politician, an activist, a “fake-news” reporter (for the one or two of you MAGA people who might be reading this), a bad musician— whatever. It really has to be someone that you truly believe does harm to the world.
Mind you, the passengers are relatively innocent—the guilt of their lives is representative of a cross-section of society—but if one’s life should end, the corresponding person that you loathe also goes into the history books. It’s not a cruel death. Their soul just flies from their body.