Fear

If you don't stand up for yourself nobody else is going  to do it for you. I bumped into this protest for peace. Kinda shocked at the naysayers in cars passing by with raised fingers. Civility is more than an eight lettered word. Right?

Poland?

Poland has opened up to the wave of suffering crossing over its borders and deserve high praise. When you see it, you feel it. Human Misery on social media doesn't convey the untold suffering going on when you face it. The World Community had its very principles assaulted by one man who underestimated one countries resolve to resist him with everything they have. 

Sharing

If my stories have in anyway impacted you . . . please share. Now I'm off to a 'Rebel Pub'. More on that later.

Capturing the Truth

It's why I wrote my stories. Sitting down with soldiers and seeing the world through their eyes is bigtime. I wrote 'The Bee Killer' covering challenges individuals experience when they return to a 'normal' World. 

Ireland

This big-bad world gets you down shift gears. Hanging out with the local folks in Dingle, did it for me. Love the different perspectives offered for my consideration. Ireland should be commended for providing safe haven for tens of thousands of Ukrainians. Helping folks out who are so down and out is one sure way to find inner peace.

 

Guess Your Best!

 So who am I hanging out with today?

Inspiration

 

Hung out in Tom Crean's Pub. A real Irish hero and Sir Ernest Shackleton's right hand man. Irish Coffee's for everyone and I exchanged my story 'Brand of Justice' for 'An Unsung Hero'. That is a tattoo on John's forearm of the expedition. I loved the Irish attitude. Life is Grand when you're running around Europe.  

The Beatles

Westminster was the place where all kinds of good vibes were produced. "All You Need Is Love" is one example. Sad, so sad to realize we have fallen short of this ideal. Many thanks to Abbey Road Studios for their time.

  

Issues from Europe

Europeans, at least the ones I hung around with, expressed concerns about Tornados and Mass Shootings. "Why do Americans want to shoot each other?" I responded that not all of us like killing each other. Some of us would love to do away with the right to bear arms just as Prohibition was ended. We, as a nation, have lost the ability to be trusted with weapons. To much money is made on the sale of weapons currently. This money is funneled into politician's pockets. What about the mortuary business? (Joking) Take Ireland. That country has outlawed firearms and monitors weapons used for hunting. How many Mass Shootings have they experienced? You already know the answer. Education is our only hope. Start reading the People Shooter on this blog please. It's factual. If you're the type who is all jacked up by your Second Amendment Rights but can't tell me what the First Amendment is about, skip this exercise.

   

The Chase

High time for me to jump the pond and get caught up with Europe. What do they think? I have my opinions and look forward to interacting with those who may not see it the way I do. So here goes!

 

Palestine

Hanging with Pro-Palestinians. Every side has its story. Right? I mean this is the basis for my stories. More when possible. 

Stories?

Cleared by the State Department and I am heading overseas come sunrise. Guess I'll kinda be in harms way, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Peace my friends. 

Message Received

 My apologies, I do not comprehend.

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People Shooter (Six Installment)

When War is in the offing crimes like school shootings thankfully aren't as common. It's as if a new purpose occupies the thoughts of even shooters. Hate crimes occur. War is never good. The majority can only hope. Many thanks for the interest in Stunned and Seething. I'm still pointed toward Europe. I'm looking forward to the Meet and Greets.

            She then put the mic back up near her mouth. “I have one in custody. Male. White. Five-six or seven. Black hoodie and jeans. He’s uncooperative.”

His face burned where it had slammed into the cement. What really hurt was his body: the left side of his chest up near his shoulder on the frontside. His hands felt a whole lot better. But every time he breathed it stung bigtime. It was like the air was full of ammonia or something. Then he felt sweat or something working down his stomach.

“You Megan Tracy’s mom?”

“Let’s leave her out of it, please. I’ll ask the questions.”

“This is something all you kids want to do? Make a damn name for yourself? That’s why the media about beat us here, isn’t it? You called ‘em to show off. Christ … this infuriates me!”

McShuster moved carefully, working his way out of a slouch. When the cops took him into custody—that’s what Officer Tracy called it—it left him feeling like he’d gotten trampled by Clydesdales. “They ain’t all angels in there. Some of ‘em no better than singing little shit birds. I know … I know you not wanting to hear it. But that place is full of no good. That the long and short of it.” He shuttered. “Worst place on earth is in a classroom.”

“Did you come here tonight for a reason? To make it right or something?” Officer Tracy asked.

I'm Headed to Europe

Kinda excited to be heading for a Meet and Greet in Europe. I see airports are being shuttered in France. Won't get my hopes up. I'll be around for the sixth installment of People Shooter tomorrow! Be the first to drop me a message and I'll ship yeah off a copy of Stunned and Seething. And you thought nothing was free in this world! 

Educate Yourself

If you get bummed out regarding the situation in Israel or Ukraine I guess the story remains the same. Read, keep up with the news but strive for a balance. Good reads would include The Kite Runner & Never a Child. Make sure your social media experiences are credible. There you go, advice that works for me. More of People Shooter tomorrow!  

Shani Louk

I always strive to be open minded. Life is full of opportunities to understand others. This is why I write my stories. Then Shani Louk happened. I have seen enough. I feel like some kind of heinous critter snuck up on me and deprived me of my unwavering optimism. Humanity has been deprived of its sense of well-being. Death and Hamas be not proud. You have delivered an injustice. Now your debt to Civilized Society is due.

Propaganda . . . You be The Judge.   Hit this Link

  

People Shooter (Fifth Installment)

We made it this far so here goes for the weekend. To be truthful the world situation kinda changes things. Let me know if we should take a break to focus on Hamas. I can't quiet shake the image if the little lady in the back of the truck being paraded around so folks could cheer and spit on her.

Everyone knew Noah could lose it in no time flat. Messing with him was mostly just supposed to be fun. But no, sometimes a guy reaches his boiling point. Who wants to look stupid? He made like being stupid was worse than no girlfriend. Everyone knew it. He picked up a nick name he didn’t know about. Or, at least Noah never let on about knowing. No-Ah girl for loser Noah.

The reporter waved and approached the squad. “Our team called the tip in. Shooting was going to … start during the game. Can I get a few words on record—” The reporter went mum after making eye contact with McShuster. “Reporters get shot. Is that the only shooter around here?” He spun and trotted to the van hollering to the camera lady. She grabbed a mic and raced Robert to the van before they spun off.

“I was on my way to work and it dawned on me. It’s like ‘I’d shoot up the school in a second,’ but you think saying that stuff is a big joke. Sometimes a storm blows in and you drenched because you didn’t see it in time.” McShuster looked at the growing crowd across the street. “Can we leave—”

“Ten four, three-fourteen. I have the perp in custody. Is the school cleared?” Officer Tracy asked.

“Can you check see how Noah’s doing?” McShuster asked. He couldn’t believe it. Noah was his shooting buddy. Why’d I shoot him? he wondered.

Officer Tracy put the mic up near her mouth but then lowered it. “You act alone here?”

“I what?” McShuster looked up.  

The Beast of The Gaza Strip

Cindy Flash advocated for Palestine until the beast she could not comprehend kidnapped her. How long would an idealistic person last in the Gaza Strip? Nobody is safe from ignorance born of extreme hatred. All claims of humanity vanish when senseless blood letting is committed. Would these entitled Harvard Students advocating for Hamas be willing to walk the streets of Gaza with their message of love? Least they forget, the Festival of Love, being attended by those of a similar age group, met an awful end. So defend the beast but know, even though you suspect you're an awesome human being, that the beast does not share your viewpoint.

People Shooter (Fourth Installment)

Everything in this story is factual. School Shooters have been found to abuse animals. It's almost as if they have to work themselves up to killing people. I have to say . . . Sometimes I wonder, with what is going on, just what kind of world we live in. We all have to do our part to bringing goodness into a troubled world.

“Good to hear. Hang in there, Jill. We got to clear the school.” The group spun from the squad and trotted into the north entrance.

After reading McShuster his rights and double checking her device, she exhaled. She didn’t want to hear it; when it got personal things got harder. Megan had been at the basketball game. She was okay but was crying after spotting her mom getting out of her squad, Megan had run up assuring Tracy she was okay but her friend was hurt. Not shot. Just hurt. She had fallen off a bleacher and a bone was sticking out of her arm. Megan was going to drive her but promised to drive carefully since ambulances were waiting to only transport gunshot victims. Courtney was not going to die. She needed a doctor though because it looked like it hurt. Bad.

“Where do I start here? This is Officer Tracy. I’m with James McShuster,” she continued with what sounded like legal gibberish to McShuster: times and dates and locations.

He quit listening and watched them slide Noah into the ambulance. It hurt to have everything end up like this. Noah shot? Shit happens, but really … Noah? Unreal. Was it all because Noah hated dogs? Maybe he got bit once or something. He had beaten on Courtney’s dog with a stick. Not like he had to. It was one of those obnoxious poodles. A little one. What they called a miniature. Truth was Noah was always thumpin’ on dogs. Maybe he hated ‘em for a reason. But no way this gave Courtney the right to toss shade on Noah, telling him he reeked and then smearing dog shit on his locker. Tonight she had something to worry about besides a mutt.

News Center 3 showed up and parked on the street in front of the school. McShuster watched his favorite news reporter, Robert Macaday, step out and adjust his tie. A girl was setting up a camera. McShuster would have loved all the excitement in a prior life, but not tonight; people getting shot changes things.