Well I survived another Valentine's day. I heard from friends, associates and pals. I baked heart shaped cakes and encouraged love all around. Even though mine appears to have vanished behind that macho stuff "I don't celebrate, I celebrate everyday"...blah blah blah, anyhoo, I cooked that nice italian meal, had a glass of moscato and chocolate and enjoyed getting some serious r & r, my son's school celebrates "Black Love" day, so I was busy till I wasn't. i settled for a nice evening of the Olympics where I, who have no skiing ability whatsoever, was excited watching the skiers hit those slopes, yeah I imagined it was me, I saw me in the downhill, beating all competition and in the speed skate. Yes i had a good weekend.
MATTERS...
So Black lives Matters, All Lives Matter, yet no one fully knows what is the matter. The matter is I'm tired of babies and children being caught in the cross hairs of adults, who can't control their impulses. I'm tired because everybody feels that only more guns stop bad guns, good people with guns will stop the bad people with guns, not so much, what has been happening is accidental shooting of careless "good" people with guns, who have the attention span of a teetsy fly, but yet have a weapon. What we have is stupid violent criminals, who since have such a love of shooting, should be immediately flown and dropped into some Hot Zone of war and let them shoot away, clearly no life matters to them. They should be sent away and, their families and children will know they actually did something for a purpose, other than driving up and down the street and shooting innocents due to the fact the pin heads you were aiming for are no where to be found, most likely on...
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