Blood and Ashes
What else can be said at this point?
There was yet another mass shooting in America on Thursday.
Another isolated loner psychotic with access to all sorts of horrific weapons walked into a college in Oregon and shot nine people to death before killing himself.
As usual this massacre was followed by calls for gun control on one side and hysterical shrieking about Second Amendment rights, and the Founding Fathers and all the other happy horseshit the gun crowd drags out whenever bullet-riddled bodies start hitting the deck.
Churches, schools, theaters—places of worship, knowledge and entertainment--have all become potential slaughterhouses.
And what will happen? Not a fucking thing. If Sandy Hook couldn’t change anything in this sick, morally bankrupt and spiritually comatose country, nothing, absolutely nothing will.
We’ll go through the tired ritual with the goddamn candlelight vigils, we’ll see all the photos of the victims, hear from their heartbroken friends and family members, and that’s where it will end.
I don’t even know why I bother writing about it.
The gun lobby has bought up all the whoring politicians and those clowns aren’t about to give up all that cash, even if we had a mass-shooting every day of the week and two on Sunday.
If it ain’t your loved ones taking the lead, it’s all good.
This has been a particularly horrendous week for my country.
In addition to the Oregon massacre, the no-good lowlife Republican scumbags in Congress allowed the Zadroga Act, which provided medical monitoring and treatment to 9/11 responders, to expire.
I have a question: Are you fucking kidding me?
The terrible event that we would never forget, that George Bush used to push his bullshit war in Iraq, the one that St. Rudy has adopted as his personal property—you’re telling me that the people who actually risked their lives at Ground Zero and who are now suffering because of it, you’re leaving these people to die?
You lowlife motherless shitheels jump through hoops to give tax cuts to billionaires and corporations, but you can’t lift a finger for people who have actually done something for this country.
Distress Signal
I have another question: How do you fucking sleep at night?
The other day I said on my Facebook page that I hoped the kids and grandkids of all those GOPricks responsible for this atrocity come down with the same diseases that are afflicting the first responders.
Now that’s pretty harsh. I’ve had a few days to think it over and you know what? I still feel that way.
"I'm almost ashamed to be an American today," deputy FDNY chief Richard Alleys was quoted as saying after this disgraceful lack of action.
Almost? Not me, brother. I am thoroughly ashamed to be an American. This is not my country anymore.
I honestly don’t why my father and so many others fought for this nation if we're going to treat our people so abysmally just because they don’t have enough money to buy a political prostitute.
There is an all-out war on reality being waged in this country. People don’t like certain facts that shake up their worldview, so they’ll just dismiss them while waving the flag and thumping the bible.
A few examples: Trickle down economics. “Truther” conspiracy theories invented to claim mass shootings are faked. Bogus videos used to defund Planned Parenthood. Global warming deniers, Obama birthers and “death panels” supposedly brought on by the Affordable Care Act.
People who hold these beliefs aren’t conservative; they’re crazy.
Lunatics who at one time would be relegated to raving in public parks to a handful of amused onlookers are now being elected to national office.
Ridiculous accusations that wouldn’t have made it beyond a public lavatory wall a few years ago are now given serious consideration in some bizarre attempt at “balance.”
Balance is the one thing that’s missing from America as we become more polarized, more entranced with our crackpot theories.
See you at the next massacre…if we’re still alive.
There was yet another mass shooting in America on Thursday.
Another isolated loner psychotic with access to all sorts of horrific weapons walked into a college in Oregon and shot nine people to death before killing himself.
As usual this massacre was followed by calls for gun control on one side and hysterical shrieking about Second Amendment rights, and the Founding Fathers and all the other happy horseshit the gun crowd drags out whenever bullet-riddled bodies start hitting the deck.
Churches, schools, theaters—places of worship, knowledge and entertainment--have all become potential slaughterhouses.
And what will happen? Not a fucking thing. If Sandy Hook couldn’t change anything in this sick, morally bankrupt and spiritually comatose country, nothing, absolutely nothing will.
We’ll go through the tired ritual with the goddamn candlelight vigils, we’ll see all the photos of the victims, hear from their heartbroken friends and family members, and that’s where it will end.
I don’t even know why I bother writing about it.
The gun lobby has bought up all the whoring politicians and those clowns aren’t about to give up all that cash, even if we had a mass-shooting every day of the week and two on Sunday.
If it ain’t your loved ones taking the lead, it’s all good.
This has been a particularly horrendous week for my country.
In addition to the Oregon massacre, the no-good lowlife Republican scumbags in Congress allowed the Zadroga Act, which provided medical monitoring and treatment to 9/11 responders, to expire.
I have a question: Are you fucking kidding me?
The terrible event that we would never forget, that George Bush used to push his bullshit war in Iraq, the one that St. Rudy has adopted as his personal property—you’re telling me that the people who actually risked their lives at Ground Zero and who are now suffering because of it, you’re leaving these people to die?
You lowlife motherless shitheels jump through hoops to give tax cuts to billionaires and corporations, but you can’t lift a finger for people who have actually done something for this country.
Distress Signal
I have another question: How do you fucking sleep at night?
The other day I said on my Facebook page that I hoped the kids and grandkids of all those GOPricks responsible for this atrocity come down with the same diseases that are afflicting the first responders.
Now that’s pretty harsh. I’ve had a few days to think it over and you know what? I still feel that way.
Almost? Not me, brother. I am thoroughly ashamed to be an American. This is not my country anymore.
I honestly don’t why my father and so many others fought for this nation if we're going to treat our people so abysmally just because they don’t have enough money to buy a political prostitute.
There is an all-out war on reality being waged in this country. People don’t like certain facts that shake up their worldview, so they’ll just dismiss them while waving the flag and thumping the bible.
A few examples: Trickle down economics. “Truther” conspiracy theories invented to claim mass shootings are faked. Bogus videos used to defund Planned Parenthood. Global warming deniers, Obama birthers and “death panels” supposedly brought on by the Affordable Care Act.
People who hold these beliefs aren’t conservative; they’re crazy.
Lunatics who at one time would be relegated to raving in public parks to a handful of amused onlookers are now being elected to national office.
Ridiculous accusations that wouldn’t have made it beyond a public lavatory wall a few years ago are now given serious consideration in some bizarre attempt at “balance.”
Balance is the one thing that’s missing from America as we become more polarized, more entranced with our crackpot theories.
See you at the next massacre…if we’re still alive.
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