Our hearts shadowed and strange,
Minds made muddied and mute.
We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.
And yet none of it is new;
We knew it as home,
Even our children
Cannot be children,
Looking at restrictions being placed on voting and the lack of restrictions on buying a gun, I have come to the conclusion it is obviously more dangerous to allow someone to vote than it is to buy and own a gun.
The lockdown is over
evil is back reloading
Aiming to hurt and kill
searching for targets
While the midterm election is six months away, it seems the campaign circus has already started. The madness has begun, we are force-fed political, local ads every night until we start streaming again. Continue reading
A parents powerful poem about the high school shooting in Florida.
17 mornings like any other
17 snoozes and then another
17 breakfasts on the go
17 “byes” promising “hello”
17 bodies in sleepy motion
17 minds embracing commotion Continue reading
The numbness I feel when I hear about another mass shooting is alarming. Am I becoming cold-hearted, or is it a simple defense mechanism that helps me to avoid the hurt I felt so many times before. Yesterday, more innocent victims have been killed by another coward mass murderer with a gun, he should not have been allowed to have. Continue reading
A 13-year-old boy from Virginia tried to buy lottery tickets and porn magazines in 2014, that was denied. He tried to buy alcohol and cigarettes, that too was denied because of his age. Continue reading
“My people are so smart; I have the most loyal people. I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and wouldn’t lose any voters,” that was one of Donald Trump’s statements this week. Continue reading
I was a little bit under the weather this week and had to take it easy. I worked only a few hours in the morning and spent the rest of the day cuddled up under a blanket in the living room. I had enough time to catch up with all my favorite shows and I watched the news. One lady mentioned the latest mass shooting in California and I sighed, “Another one,” I thought and I didn’t really feel like watching. Continue reading
Friends came over last night; we ate good, had a few drinks and talked a lot about everything that came to our mind. Sitting down with a group of friends, with different political opinions -yes, I do allow Republicans in our house- is always quiet entertaining. Continue reading