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More Facebook Status re-posts...

Because I like seeing them again, sometimes. And occasionally, I do think myself clever.

I'm tired of holding up the sky...I just want to let go. ~LRM Dec. 15 2012


Star Trek TOS had it spelled out for us over 40 years ago and we still haven't listened. ~LRM  12/15/12


Posts regarding the horrible Connecticut elementary school shootings; December 14th 2012

I think The 2nd Amendment is tired of being slathered in make-up, whored out to slobbering old deviants and passed around for a gang bang.
Re-posted from a FB comment by Steve Sutcliffe; 10 Myths about gun-control debunked:

1. "Guns don't kill people; people do." Actually, people WITH guns tend to do most of the malicious killing, and commit virtually all of the mass-killings in this country, which seem to occur about once a month or so. Meanwhile, marijuana - something which has never killed anybody - is still illegal in almost all
states.

2. "If guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns."
Then, why have any laws at all? Outlaws also speed, steal, take illicit drugs, kidnap, rape, and commit pedophilia; should we as a society simply give up on legislating right and wrong via any sort of criminal code?

3. "Law-abiding citizens with concealed-carry permits can protect others during a mass-shooting."
Except that there is little proof of this ever actually happening. An ex-cop had a gun that morning in Tucson, and decided he couldn't risk hurting others by trying to shoot Jared Loughner. If a veteran of the force thought better of adding to the crossfire, would a bunch of untrained,inexperienced civilians with itchy trigger-fingers fare any better?

4. "Someone who wants to kill will find a way, with or without a gun."
Certainly, but mass-killings without guns are statistically rare, and usually involve a certain amount of training, whether in bomb-making, flying, or swordplay, whereas any idiot these days can buy, load, and fire a gun. Some will even assert that a would-be killer might mow a bunch of people down with an automobile, but worrying about what could happen without concrete data showing that it routinely does occur is foolish; you might as well hand your five-year-old a butcher knife because you're afraid she'll cut herself with scissors.

5. "The right to bear arms is guaranteed by the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution."
A "well-regulated militia" is guaranteed that right; there's nothing to stipulate that civilians are constitutionally protected, and supposed defenders of the Second Amendment never seem to be in favor of any proposed regulation on gun-ownership whatsoever. Gotta love selective reading of our founding document; after all, it's worked soooo well with the Bible!

6. "Having guns will protect Americans from foreign invasions."
You've been watching Red Dawn too much. If our own military cannot stave off intruders from other lands with their fancy arsenal, how long do you think you'll be able to hold out with a Glock 9mm and a few hundred rounds? It's yet another highly unlikely hypothetical scenario which desperate ideologues use to scare people; don't buy into their fear mongering.

7. "Gun-ownership is the only thing standing between Americans and their government."
See #6; our government has at its disposal all manner of fighter planes and anti-aircraft tanks and warships and tactical missiles and noxious chemicals and atomic weapons, making any attempt at a reasonable standoff a joke. However, we lose over 11,000 citizens every year to gun-violence at the hands of other Americans - that's more than THREE 9/11s; the difference is that, after the AL-qaeda attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon, we actually decided that something tangible needed to be done so that it didn't happen again. Mass-shootings? Apparently, not so much.
8. "If guns are banned, how will hunters feed their families while controlling increasing animal populations?" No reasonable person would advocate for the banning of ALL guns; in fact, there are currently over 300,000,000 firearms in the U.S., making their removal a logistical impossibility. At issue are semiautomatic assault weapons and extended clips; if you need thirty rounds to kill a deer, you are one hell of a terrible shot. Unless you like to mince your venison in the field rather than paying a butcher to process the meat for you, high-powered, multi-shot weapons have no business on a hunt.
9. "What about target-shooting, skeet, or other sporting activities involving guns?"Again, nobody's coming for your hunting rifles, shotguns, .22s, .38 Specials, or .357 magnums. Settle down, have a beer, and "murder" as many clay pigeons as you like.
10. "How will I defend my home and family?" By using guns which won't leave your house bullet-riddled and possibly kill the guy next door in the process. Last time I checked, a .45 could kill an unwanted intruder at close range, too. What's that? You say you may not always be within close range of a potential burglar? Just how big IS your fucking house, anyway?!?!? ~Steve Sutcliffe

Who's to say what's right and wrong who's good or evil? What if they are not the damned but merely doing "God's Will" and everything was in His plan?
See. How does that look from that windows view? Why does "God's Plan" always seem to fall in line with what you want, what you think should be and who? What if His plan IS murder and strife, suffering of life? Death and misery? Failing and pain? Who
's to say? Not you. You've said so yourself. You couldn't possibly know. It's wrong of you to insist you could comprehend His Divine thoughts and infallible knowledge.
Take the Angels themselves, man has made them into such pure, kind, do-gooder souls, but consult your Bible for their real purpose. The first born were slaughtered, but not by a man.
By an Angels hand.
Doing God's Will.


Even the FBI is smart enough to acknowledge that no matter how prepared they are, someone somewhere is still going to find a way to do their dirty deeds no matter what obstacles may have been put in their way.
It's the same with these school/mass shooters.
Concealed carry/armed teachers or movie patrons are still going to have a tough time of it with someone armed to the eyeballs, in full body armor and mind set on murder and mayhem. Especially someone expecting a confrontation or even worse, hoping for one. 

Don't ever kid yourself that you're Dirty Harry when real life jumps out in front of you. ~LRM


A Message from Australia to Americans: "Why do you need guns? Because others have guns. Why do others have guns? Because you do, and so the cycle of stupidity
goes around and around. So many other countries do without packing heat daily and

guess what? They do just fine without them, and actually feel extremely safe. You don't live in the Wild West anymore, if you feel that unsafe you have created this problem by allowing everyone to own these weapons. Unless you hunt for food, own a farm or ranch with livestock, or live in a dangerous area where mountain lions or bears are a daily occurrence you really don't need a gun, and even then it only needs to be a rifle not an AK47, semi automatic, a Glock, or a Magnum!"--Anonymous
*****
Took me an hour to make coffee because I can't focus on making coffee unless I have coffee made to make coffee. ~LRM Dec 12/12

I wish someone would send me to my room so I can go back to bed.
Turned phone off for the day.
Shutting down PC for the day.
Wish I had TV hooked up in the bedroom so I could just lay in my tomb room all day with my Toby and my kitties and go somewhere else in my mind for a while.
I hate sh*tmas. I hate the whole damnable season.
I don't want to be here and I feel like a damned bloody hostage to this slavery called "living". I am being held here against my will. Shamed and guilt tripped into just continuing to exist and waste space, air and time, just waiting until I can go back to sleep again.
There. My entire existence in a Facebook Status.
What a pathetic bunch of garbage. ~Dec/7/12


If I have to come back, I'm coming back Full Evil. ~LRM Dec/6/12

So apparently I'm supposed to let someone walk all over me, yell at me in my own home, talk shitty to me and ignore my few, simple rules and requests so *I* don't "stress them out more than they already are"; never mind I'm already back in hip-deep debt, have sold everything I dare sell short of the car, pawned shit I hope I don't lose and am losing my small comforts in my own pathetic, stupid life

to do everything I can to help you. I'm buying 5X's the dog food I was not to mention I'm paying for the shots, heartworm meds, misc household items and all the extra work involved. I'm drowning. You're standing on me.
You'll be fucking fine, because according to you, it's my job. How DARE I complain about or ask for anything from you, right? Anything I do say is absolutely wrong and I'm a crazy old dumb shit who's just annoying the living fuck out of you by breathing.
I'm always wrong and always the problem. Fine. I'll accept that. I'm a complete fucking failure as a mother not to mention as a person.
I'd apologize but you would somehow turn that into me "blaming you for everything" again even though I have no idea how the fuck it keeps turning into "all about you", but it does, over and over and over.
I'm a bad, bad person for not letting you just do whatever you want and never asking anything of you. ~12/6/12

Wow. Sinking fast. Nice one, Depression, taking me out at the knees right off the bat & not even dancing me into the shadows like usual. Impressive.
You have made worms meat of me. ~LRM 12/6/12

*****
I know what life wants. It wants me to quit. "You never fit in," it says, "you never belonged."
What you don't understand, what you just haven't seen, is the quitting is done, I've just got to leave.
~LRM Dec. 6/2012


...And another one. 

Sh*t just won't stop ramming into my ankles like a 4 year old with a shopping cart today.
Kinda stunned a little that I'm as big a failure at EVERYTHING as I am realizing. I don't know *why* I'm stunned, it's something I've experienced and known my whole life...I think I'm just accepting it on another level within myself now, so it's reacting differently.


I should have known I was beat down after I admitted I'd rather eat/drink something I enjoy than have sex.
It's much more fulfilling, comforting, intimate. Just me and bliss.
And with that...I need to go get a beer with my last $2.
*Flips middle fingers to Life*

I'm not going to *win* in This Life. It's never going to get any better. I've been beaten. I give. Fine. Fuck you, Life. Fuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuu.
 Noticed an acquaintance on FB was posting little sayings like "Bitch, why you all stalking my Facebook?!" and "Stalk me all you want, bitches, you're making me famous" or some dumb shiz like that (I won't re-post the actual graphics in case it gets a bit too real for someone O_O )
So, on a hunch, I logged out and back in on my daughters account who doesn't have her as a friend...sure enough, I can still see and peruse through everything on her profile.
Obviously. She enjoys being "stalked by da bitches" or is unaware of how the PRIVACY SETTINGS work which would make her "problem" non existent.
Things that make you go; HMMMMMMMM
 Baby Lily had her rabies shot today. She took it like a trooper but shredded me during the temperature taking. I now bleed freely from 12 different newly gouged orifices.
She goes in Tuesday to be spayed. I'm nervous. I don't want her to be scared. I'm being really emo about this for some reason...maybe cuz her's my baby baby. 12/2/12


And what about this cigarette thing? Big Tobacco has to admit they made the product addictive and knew all along it was harmful? ...Okay, who honestly didn't NOT already know this their entire lives and what planet have you been living under a rock on the dark side on?

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