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So you are a hunter and you really, really, need that AK-47 and the 30 round clip to go grouse hunting. In response to that, I have to ask; is that really hunting then?
If you are a hunter and really, really, need that AK-47 and 30 round clip to get those grouse, could it be that hunting may not be your calling? Are you really that bad?
My response to the people out there who claim to own assault weapons because they absolutely, positively CAN NOT get the animals they are hunting without them is: BULLSHIT!!!
The only reason you own those weapons and magazines is to kill PEOPLE. You know it, I know it, the little baby Jesus in the manger knows it. Unless you live in downtown Baghdad you probably don’t need any type of automatic weapon. Hell, even if you live in New York City, or Detroit, or Cleveland or wherever else you are in this country, you don’t need them.
Can we please at least get these weapons that were designed to do one thing and one thing only out of the hands of the general public? Is that really too much to ask? I don’t want to take all your guns away, but the ones that were designed to kill as many people as possible in as little time as possible need to go back to the people they were actually intended to be used by. You know the ones, soldiers and police. Let’s get some sanity in the guns laws please before somebody else’s precious angels are lying in a morgue waiting to be identified and the parents of the dead are irrevocably reminded that this is a world where littlest among us pay for the folly of man.
Okay, after what happened in Connecticut today, I can be silent no longer. We need stricter gun control laws in this country.
What do I mean by that? Private citizens should not be able to own guns. Period, bottom line, end of story.
I am so tired of seeing innocent people lose their lives because of some psycho who was legally able to obtain (in most cases) multiple guns and then go on a shooting rampage.
There have been 61 mass killings in the US since the Columbine massacre, including today’s massacre in Newtown Connecticut. How many more do there need to be before we get the picture? How many?
After the sheer number of mass killings in the US, how many other deliberate shootings take place every day here in the United States? How many people shoot a “loved one” in a domestic violence situation? How many suicides involving guns happen every day? How many accidental shootings are there in the United States every day?
If private citizens did not own guns, 98 percent of these killings would be unable to occur. Yes, I am aware of the arguments that if someone wanted to kill someone else bad enough, they would find a way. However, it is a lot harder to accomplish a mass killing without a gun.
If the bus company in my city did this to my daughter, there would be hell to pay. No ifs, ands or buts.
Well, not really. It’s just that Valentine’s Day just went by, and, I have nobody in my life that I could justifiably call “that special someone.”
I find myself reading and re-reading the Twilight books and watching and re-watching the movies, too. All the while I sit and wonder why it is I don’t have someone in my life who could love me even a 10th of how much two fictional characters like Edward and Bella love each other.
Clearly I need to get out and meet people. I mean, I won’t really meet anyone sitting here every minute of the day. That might be a start, getting out of the house. I should also maybe think about not being such a bitch all the time.
Of course, if nobody cares to put forth the effort to break through my hard candy shell to get to my soft nougatty center, would they really be worth it? I think not.
I guess what I really want, just once in my life, is to experience how it feels to have another person in this world put my feelings ahead of their own. Maybe get a taste of someone caring about me for a change. I hope I’m not too late.
I’m far from a young girl, and I know Twilight is just a story, not even a cute story. It’s just the IDEA of someone, anyone, who is willing to put my feelings or my well-being ahead of their own is a very powerful thing. I am struck not by the sparkle, not by the vampires, but by both main character’s willingness, no, determination, to put each other ahead of him or herself.
That’s what I want, not some gaggingly sweet, gooey, romanticized crap. I have spent most of my adult life with men who not only didn’t put any need of mine ahead of their own, but, would go out of their way to make sure that all their needs got fulfilled first, mostly by stealing from me to do it.
Now, I understand that I let it happen to myself by keeping on going back and hoping for the best and “surely this time he won’t fuck me over” a million times in a row. That still doesn’t negate my desire to, just once, have another human being say to me, “You matter to me. What you want matters to me, and until you get what you want, it doesn’t matter what I want.” If that’s selfish, I guess it’s selfish, but, I’ve never had another person think I merited that kind of treatment, ever.
I just want to experience that, once. Is that too much to ask out of life? I hope not.
So, New Year’s Day was a week ago. I have kept my affirmations. I worked out most of the days of this week. I actually cleaned my house and I am not ashamed to have people come in. I am still trying to find a job, and am hoping that a new company coming to Sioux Falls will be the right fit. All in all, I think that my first week of 2012 has been great. I am even eating healthier but within my budget too so it’s not a LOT healthier, but still a little healthier. Week 2…BRING IT!!!
I believe that there is nothing we can’t laugh at. Laughter is what helps us keep our sanity. Laughter makes our hearts lighter and reminds us that as long as there is something to laugh at, something is still right in this world.
My family is full of people who always go for the joke. When I was seventeen, my dad died. After his funeral, my thirteen year old cousin Danny disappeared for a while. When he emerged from the bedroom he had holed himself up in, he was dressed in one of my sister’s dresses, hair curled and full make-up on. Everyone in the room burst out laughing, and nobody would have appreciated it more than my dad himself.
Laughter is, to me, every bit as important as eating or breathing. The day I don’t appreciate a good joke or seeing a guy on tv take a good shot to the crotch and laugh my ass off, is the day they will have to put me in the ground. When that happens, I hope there is someone around to go for the joke. I hope everybody remembers to laugh, and laugh hard at every funny memory they have of me, because sure as shit, I will be laughing my ass off at them.
Have a great day everybody, and always remember to laugh.
