Okay, I'm astounded at the gun supporters...how fucking stupid can one group of people be? There's the woman who was in the Luby's in Texas who maintains to this day (and yes, they had the stupid woman on TV here, of course, in the wake of yesterday's horrific massacre at Virginia Tech) that had she had her hand gun with her, her parents would still be alive. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!!!! NO, you would have made a move, no matter how covert and secretive you thought you were being, and Hennard would have seen you--it was what he was trained to do, bitch--and you'd be dead, too. So now she's on saying that the gun laws are TOO strict*!! What THE fuck? Yes, she wants it legal to be able to carry guns into schools and hospitals now, too. Oh, yes, now that's a sterling idea!! Let's arm everyone where we want them to be the safest... This goes along with some twit who suggested that if professors were able to pack iron, this tragedy wouldn't have happened...
The pure, sheer, overwhelming stupidity of this kind of thinking just ASTOUNDS me. If teachers, profs, airline pilots, etc are armed...? Let's visit that scenario for a moment. Put guns in the hands of the profs yesterday, and, while we're at it, to appease the gunnuts, in the hands of say...a dozen students, too. What do we have, people? We have an open gun battle, with even more people getting killed.
Yes, while we're at it, why don't we just make the Cowboy Law of the West, everyone can pack iron and not be prosecuted for using your guns (they've passed that law in Texas now, too) since of course you had to be defending yourself.
People this kind of thinking is going BACKWARDS, by at least 100-150 years. Contrary to what you might think, an armed society is not a polite society...well, in a sense it is...after all, dead people can't be rude, now can they?
The other side of this lunacy is the fact that invariably, these idiots are the same people who preach Pro-Life .... I'm rendered speechless by the enormity of that hypocrasy.
The argument that guns don't kill people, people kill people doesn't hold water. Guns DO kill people. Cho wouldn't have been able to carry off what he did without a gun. With a knife, he probably could have killed whoever had pissed him off and himself...with a gun, it's limited to how much ammo he has and how fast the cops can get to him...which apparently isn't very fast. The Second Amendment, which allowed for a citizen militia NOT for every Tom, Dick, Harry, their brothers, and dogs to have guns, has outlived its purpose, by about 150 years.
Progressive legislation, intended to end the manufacture and sale of handguns, and destroy them when found, and allow for a life sentence with no parole for crimes committed with guns, is what is needed. NOT a house-to-house search and seizure, but sane, solid laws that progressively reduce the numbers of guns in the US. If Australia, that wide-open frontier, can do it, so can we. It won't guarantee that the kind of thing that happened yesterday won't happen again, but it will sure go a long way toward reducing the probability.
We need to outgrow our cowboy image with the rest of the world and stop being a laughing stock.
*corrected, I had too lax before :p
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
today
today just might consist of a number of blips from my brain....a friend of mine in Australia sent me some songs for my mp3 player...one of them pretty much says what I've been thinking about the righteous among us lately...
Artist: Voltaire
Song: God thinks
Album: Almost Human
[" Almost Human " CD]
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says that it's absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day's work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
'cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
Artist: Voltaire
Song: God thinks
Album: Almost Human
[" Almost Human " CD]
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are evil
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says that it's absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day's work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
'cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Okay, so here goes nothing....
My kid posted this from Thumbscrews...and what the hey, I'll bite.
“One interview to rule them all, one interview to find them! One interview to bring them all, and in the naked self-confession bind them!”
1. You can travel back in time and visit yourself at [select all applicable] 10, 16, 22 and 30. What would you tell your various temporally-disjointed selves (any hokey "buy stock in Microsoft" replies will be taken out back and accused of antitrust violations)?
10—One day you will have a son who will remind yourself so much of you that you will suddenly understand what your parents are going through now…do now what you will preach to him then, do well in school, walk away from a fight, you don’t have to be right all the time. Start saving now.
16—You are a worthwhile person, worth the effort of good grades, of giving the best you have in every endeavor. If you didn’t listen the first time, start saving now.
22—Your husband really is hotter than you think he is, try him, you’ll like him. It’s not too late for that savings account.
30—get over the past, move on and invest in yourself…and that savings account you STILL haven’t opened.
2. Analogy Tyme: if your drug of choice was an item which could be purchased at Home Depot for under $150, which one would it be, and why?
Plants and gardening tools…do I need to say more?
3. You can reanimate and spend several hours (say, sharing some Batter-Dipped Choco-Cheesecake Nibblers at the local crap-on-the-walls chain restaurant) with one of the following individuals - which one would you choose, and why?
- A deceased relative of whom you were moderately (but not overwhelmingly) fond.
- A randomly-selected serial killer of moderate notoriety.
Definitely not a serial killer, I really do not want to know what makes them tick. My cousin Cheri. We never did get on too well, but I think perhaps a lot of it was because of the artificial barriers set up between us by relatives, distance, etc. There was a lot more to her than I ever knew and she died way too young for me to have ever gotten to know her better.
4. Think of your most esoteric, potentially-humiliating sexual fantasy. Think of another, equally-odd (but completely fabricated) fantasy. Describe them both without identifying which is which.
Oh dear…I think you meant experience for the first one, since the second says fabricated and I’ve done all my sexual fantasies, at least the ones that are possible because I am a female, in reality.
5. What is the typical prison sentence for the most legally-questionable act you've ever committed?
I have no idea. Nor do I want to know.
6. Think of the worst physical pain you've ever experienced (childbirth, ping-pong ball-sized kidney stones, atomic wedgie). Think of the worst emotional pain (depression, divorce, disaster). Think of the person who is closest to you in the world (child, spouse, sibling). You must decide whether they will suffer a comparable degree of physical OR emotional pain. If you choose the former, you will be required to inflict it yourself. If you choose the latter, it will occur without any involvement on your part. Which do you choose?
Well, I would never intentionally inflict pain on those I love, and my kid has already experienced emotional pain as bad or worse than I have, so…that would be my choice.
7. You're granted the power to uncover the truth behind one very, very big secret of the modern age - who shot Kennedy? What the hell is the deal with celebrity Scientologists? You will not be permitted to share this knowledge with anyone, ever - it will be solely to satisfy your own curiosity. What do you choose to learn?
I could care less who shot Kennedy. He’s dead, whoever did it is more than likely dead, too, and I know why the celebrities go for Scientology…hrrmmm…let’s see….can’t really think of anything…sorry.
8. While purchasing some plantains at Tienda Mexicano, you find The Lord. You discover that he is a cruel, arbitrary Lord, as well as one who has read entirely too many "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. He takes you outside, sits you down on the hood of his El Camino, hands you a can of Jugo de Coco and informs you that you will never see any of your current loved ones again. They will continue to live their lives, just magically sans any awareness of your continued existence. By way of compensation, you'll be allowed to determine your own natural lifespan. You may elect to die instantly, live to 120 or any option in between. What do you choose? Why?
I choose to tell the “lord” to fuck off and go get some therapy. I don’t really want to see someone else end up like David Koresh or Jim Jones, taking hundreds of others along because of their own delusions of grandeur. And what the hell is Jugo de Coco??
9. You are given the opportunity to sample human flesh. Your enjoyment of this unusual entree will not be the result of any amoral acts - the source of your Bruce Burger (Tim Tartare? Francois Filet?) will be an individual who has died of unrelated causes. Your consumption of said flesh will not be as a result of starvation, nor as a condition of some sick wager ("Take a chomp out of Lloyd's thigh and I'll give you season tickets to Six Flags Over Highly Unlikely Transactionville"). Yea or nay?
Gack. Nay.
10. You are given a Memory Dustbuster. It looks like a regular Dustbuster, circa 1989. However, when held against the human skull, it has the ability to suck out specific memories. Like many small appliances, this one has gotten a bit finicky in its old age. It no longer removes single memories... for each one which is removed, an equal-but-opposite second memory is also vacuumed up. You can suck out a particularly awful recollection... however, you'll also lose a happy memory of comparable intensity, and you have no say in which one it happens to be.
Do you use this device? How many times?
No, I do not choose to use it. Our memories define us, make us who we are. We have bad memories to remind us of our stupidity, usually, and to tell us how bad things *could* be when shit hits the fan.
11. The Enormous Glowing Sphere of Influence Equation: how many of the following events have occurred in your life for which you've felt personally responsible? By this, I mean that the event in question would definitely NOT have occurred were it not for one or more conscious decisions on your part. Do NOT include events which were confined strictly to your professional life - thus, lawyers/doctors/matchmakers/executioners/etc. should use their discretion on this one.
- Marriages – 2, both my own
- Divorces – 1, my own
- Births/adoptions – I have two kids, so…2?
- Deaths – countless…cockroaches, fire ants, moths, microbes….although, I did tell my ex, 30 years ago, that if he didn’t stop eating like that, he was going to die of colon cancer…guess what he died of last year…
- Involuntary commitments (mental institution/rehab/prison) – uhh…none?
- Relocations of over 1,500 miles - none
- Ascension to a level of fame/renown/power sufficient to interest/impact more than 10,000 individuals – unless perhaps one of the cadets I helped to get commissioned…otherwise, none.
- Change in income level of +/- 50% - can I count the guy I got fired for sexual harassment? Or pushing my husband to get a real job?
- Formal adoption/renunciation of religious faith (or other organized belief system) – again, none that I know of.
12. An exercise in writing, randomness and self-reflection (when commenting/posting, only include item "C"):
A. In exactly 25 words, describe the thing you're proudest of.
B. In exactly 25 words, describe the thing you're most ashamed of.
C. Combine the odd-numbered words from A. with the even-numbered words from B
My lack daughter closeness her my intelligence when sense was humor child her understanding as much person loved spite because my me as was mother.
“One interview to rule them all, one interview to find them! One interview to bring them all, and in the naked self-confession bind them!”
1. You can travel back in time and visit yourself at [select all applicable] 10, 16, 22 and 30. What would you tell your various temporally-disjointed selves (any hokey "buy stock in Microsoft" replies will be taken out back and accused of antitrust violations)?
10—One day you will have a son who will remind yourself so much of you that you will suddenly understand what your parents are going through now…do now what you will preach to him then, do well in school, walk away from a fight, you don’t have to be right all the time. Start saving now.
16—You are a worthwhile person, worth the effort of good grades, of giving the best you have in every endeavor. If you didn’t listen the first time, start saving now.
22—Your husband really is hotter than you think he is, try him, you’ll like him. It’s not too late for that savings account.
30—get over the past, move on and invest in yourself…and that savings account you STILL haven’t opened.
2. Analogy Tyme: if your drug of choice was an item which could be purchased at Home Depot for under $150, which one would it be, and why?
Plants and gardening tools…do I need to say more?
3. You can reanimate and spend several hours (say, sharing some Batter-Dipped Choco-Cheesecake Nibblers at the local crap-on-the-walls chain restaurant) with one of the following individuals - which one would you choose, and why?
- A deceased relative of whom you were moderately (but not overwhelmingly) fond.
- A randomly-selected serial killer of moderate notoriety.
Definitely not a serial killer, I really do not want to know what makes them tick. My cousin Cheri. We never did get on too well, but I think perhaps a lot of it was because of the artificial barriers set up between us by relatives, distance, etc. There was a lot more to her than I ever knew and she died way too young for me to have ever gotten to know her better.
4. Think of your most esoteric, potentially-humiliating sexual fantasy. Think of another, equally-odd (but completely fabricated) fantasy. Describe them both without identifying which is which.
Oh dear…I think you meant experience for the first one, since the second says fabricated and I’ve done all my sexual fantasies, at least the ones that are possible because I am a female, in reality.
5. What is the typical prison sentence for the most legally-questionable act you've ever committed?
I have no idea. Nor do I want to know.
6. Think of the worst physical pain you've ever experienced (childbirth, ping-pong ball-sized kidney stones, atomic wedgie). Think of the worst emotional pain (depression, divorce, disaster). Think of the person who is closest to you in the world (child, spouse, sibling). You must decide whether they will suffer a comparable degree of physical OR emotional pain. If you choose the former, you will be required to inflict it yourself. If you choose the latter, it will occur without any involvement on your part. Which do you choose?
Well, I would never intentionally inflict pain on those I love, and my kid has already experienced emotional pain as bad or worse than I have, so…that would be my choice.
7. You're granted the power to uncover the truth behind one very, very big secret of the modern age - who shot Kennedy? What the hell is the deal with celebrity Scientologists? You will not be permitted to share this knowledge with anyone, ever - it will be solely to satisfy your own curiosity. What do you choose to learn?
I could care less who shot Kennedy. He’s dead, whoever did it is more than likely dead, too, and I know why the celebrities go for Scientology…hrrmmm…let’s see….can’t really think of anything…sorry.
8. While purchasing some plantains at Tienda Mexicano, you find The Lord. You discover that he is a cruel, arbitrary Lord, as well as one who has read entirely too many "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. He takes you outside, sits you down on the hood of his El Camino, hands you a can of Jugo de Coco and informs you that you will never see any of your current loved ones again. They will continue to live their lives, just magically sans any awareness of your continued existence. By way of compensation, you'll be allowed to determine your own natural lifespan. You may elect to die instantly, live to 120 or any option in between. What do you choose? Why?
I choose to tell the “lord” to fuck off and go get some therapy. I don’t really want to see someone else end up like David Koresh or Jim Jones, taking hundreds of others along because of their own delusions of grandeur. And what the hell is Jugo de Coco??
9. You are given the opportunity to sample human flesh. Your enjoyment of this unusual entree will not be the result of any amoral acts - the source of your Bruce Burger (Tim Tartare? Francois Filet?) will be an individual who has died of unrelated causes. Your consumption of said flesh will not be as a result of starvation, nor as a condition of some sick wager ("Take a chomp out of Lloyd's thigh and I'll give you season tickets to Six Flags Over Highly Unlikely Transactionville"). Yea or nay?
Gack. Nay.
10. You are given a Memory Dustbuster. It looks like a regular Dustbuster, circa 1989. However, when held against the human skull, it has the ability to suck out specific memories. Like many small appliances, this one has gotten a bit finicky in its old age. It no longer removes single memories... for each one which is removed, an equal-but-opposite second memory is also vacuumed up. You can suck out a particularly awful recollection... however, you'll also lose a happy memory of comparable intensity, and you have no say in which one it happens to be.
Do you use this device? How many times?
No, I do not choose to use it. Our memories define us, make us who we are. We have bad memories to remind us of our stupidity, usually, and to tell us how bad things *could* be when shit hits the fan.
11. The Enormous Glowing Sphere of Influence Equation: how many of the following events have occurred in your life for which you've felt personally responsible? By this, I mean that the event in question would definitely NOT have occurred were it not for one or more conscious decisions on your part. Do NOT include events which were confined strictly to your professional life - thus, lawyers/doctors/matchmakers/executioners/etc. should use their discretion on this one.
- Marriages – 2, both my own
- Divorces – 1, my own
- Births/adoptions – I have two kids, so…2?
- Deaths – countless…cockroaches, fire ants, moths, microbes….although, I did tell my ex, 30 years ago, that if he didn’t stop eating like that, he was going to die of colon cancer…guess what he died of last year…
- Involuntary commitments (mental institution/rehab/prison) – uhh…none?
- Relocations of over 1,500 miles - none
- Ascension to a level of fame/renown/power sufficient to interest/impact more than 10,000 individuals – unless perhaps one of the cadets I helped to get commissioned…otherwise, none.
- Change in income level of +/- 50% - can I count the guy I got fired for sexual harassment? Or pushing my husband to get a real job?
- Formal adoption/renunciation of religious faith (or other organized belief system) – again, none that I know of.
12. An exercise in writing, randomness and self-reflection (when commenting/posting, only include item "C"):
A. In exactly 25 words, describe the thing you're proudest of.
B. In exactly 25 words, describe the thing you're most ashamed of.
C. Combine the odd-numbered words from A. with the even-numbered words from B
My lack daughter closeness her my intelligence when sense was humor child her understanding as much person loved spite because my me as was mother.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Wipeout!!!!!
Happy? Good Friday?
I’ve had a lot of things I wanted to blog about lately…but this one stuck me as rather odd. I walked over to the giant-dorm-eating-facility here on campus, ordered my eggs and soy-sausage. I really am trying to give up meat…slowly, but I’m sure they thought it was because it’s Good Friday. It’s not. So anyway, I’m walking over to get my coffee and the cashier, an Hispanic lady with whom I chit-chat whenever I’m in there, tells someone, “Happy Good Friday.” ……?
Now, pardon me here…I’m not a Christian, but WTF?? Even back in the day, when I thought I was a Christian (I never really have been, I just didn’t know there was anything besides the Big Three and things like Buddhism and Hinduism), I would have tilted my head and looked at her like the proverbial hound who’s just been shown a card trick.
Isn’t Good Friday the day Christians commemorate (I refuse to use the word “celebrate,” simply because of its modern connotations) the DEATH of Jesus?
Now, I can understand Happy Christmas (a decidedly British thing), Happy Easter, Happy Ride Your Harley to Work Day, Happy Channukah…you get the idea, but Happy Day-We-Hung-up-a-Savior-and-Pierced-Him-‘Til-He-Croaked-Day? Come on, people.
Apparently, I’m in good company: both Franklin and Gandhi said something to the effect of “Christ rocked, you Christians suck.” My feelings exactly. Essentially, “Happy Good Friday” means, yah, like man Jeebus died for me, so I can party on!!
Of course, I cannot speak for Jesus, nor the Creator, as so many Christians seem to be able to (God does not want us to do X, or conversely, God wants us to do X), but somehow, I can picture Jesus, sittin’ up there, sayin’, “Yo, Dad…they just don’t get it do they? They’ve SO screwed things up, so perverted what I said…can we just like…wipe ‘em all out and start over again?”
Noah would be gleefully chanting, “Flood, flood…let’s do a flood!! Life in a tiny boat with 50 gazillion fucking animals is sooooo much fun…not. I vote flood.”
Moses would have a maniacal look on his face, “Locusts…and frogs, and then…the spankings!”
*sighs*
I’ve had a lot of things I wanted to blog about lately…but this one stuck me as rather odd. I walked over to the giant-dorm-eating-facility here on campus, ordered my eggs and soy-sausage. I really am trying to give up meat…slowly, but I’m sure they thought it was because it’s Good Friday. It’s not. So anyway, I’m walking over to get my coffee and the cashier, an Hispanic lady with whom I chit-chat whenever I’m in there, tells someone, “Happy Good Friday.” ……?
Now, pardon me here…I’m not a Christian, but WTF?? Even back in the day, when I thought I was a Christian (I never really have been, I just didn’t know there was anything besides the Big Three and things like Buddhism and Hinduism), I would have tilted my head and looked at her like the proverbial hound who’s just been shown a card trick.
Isn’t Good Friday the day Christians commemorate (I refuse to use the word “celebrate,” simply because of its modern connotations) the DEATH of Jesus?
Now, I can understand Happy Christmas (a decidedly British thing), Happy Easter, Happy Ride Your Harley to Work Day, Happy Channukah…you get the idea, but Happy Day-We-Hung-up-a-Savior-and-Pierced-Him-‘Til-He-Croaked-Day? Come on, people.
Apparently, I’m in good company: both Franklin and Gandhi said something to the effect of “Christ rocked, you Christians suck.” My feelings exactly. Essentially, “Happy Good Friday” means, yah, like man Jeebus died for me, so I can party on!!
Of course, I cannot speak for Jesus, nor the Creator, as so many Christians seem to be able to (God does not want us to do X, or conversely, God wants us to do X), but somehow, I can picture Jesus, sittin’ up there, sayin’, “Yo, Dad…they just don’t get it do they? They’ve SO screwed things up, so perverted what I said…can we just like…wipe ‘em all out and start over again?”
Noah would be gleefully chanting, “Flood, flood…let’s do a flood!! Life in a tiny boat with 50 gazillion fucking animals is sooooo much fun…not. I vote flood.”
Moses would have a maniacal look on his face, “Locusts…and frogs, and then…the spankings!”
*sighs*
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