Monday, October 02, 2006
It's the End of the World As We Know It...
But I'm not fine. And I want to apologize ahead of time for the profanity that will ensue...
I usually shy away from anything remotely related to the news/current events/the news, but today I had to make an exception when I read that a man held young girls hostage in an Amish school before shooting a few of them and then himself.
What...The...Fuck???!!
Not much surprises me in this world: terrorists blew up the WTC? Oh, it must be Tuesday...Little kid molested by parent? Oh, is it Wednesday already? Black man gunned down by cops while reaching for wallet? What was he doing with a wallet, hmmm?
But shooting some Amish kids? Execution style? Because you have childhood issues? Motherfucker: who doesn't? You think you're the only one who wakes up in a cold sweat remembering shit that happened to you as a kid? You think that nobody else on the planet has wounds that will never heal? Fucking deal with it, asshole! Cry me a river, build a fucking bridge and GET OVER IT!!!!
And I suppose the NRA jerks are sticking with the whole, "guns don't kill people" bullshit, right? Because guns are produced to help flowers bloom and kittens be born, not to kill and mame and ruin lives and leave us feeling cold and scared and jaded. No, not at all. Guns bring a warm and fuzzy feeling...oh no wait, that's the sensation of the life draining out of me after some 10-year-old decides I'm not handing over my purse fast enough and decides to put a cap in my ass. Silly me.
Let me not even get started on this soapbox entry...just as with competitive sports, these are the kind of topics that bring out my ugly side. So it's best I just, for this one time only, in the name of those little girls who barely had a chance to live, let go and let God...if there is one...
*extra-extra-smooches...be safe tonight*
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the sun is setting on the century
and we are armed to the teeth
we're all working together now
to make our lives mercifully brief...
...and every year now like christmas
some boy gets the milkfed suburban blues
reaches for the available arsenal
and saunters off to make the news