So the point here is I bump into an individual who is the polar opposite of me. I was hanging out in Ireland and headed for the 'Rebel Bar' as the locals called it. I can't come to gripes with the Hamas Mentality and this guy did not sway my opinion. But here's the deal. We had a pint and treated each other with respect. There ya go!
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?
If my stories have in anyway impacted you . . . please share. Now I'm off to a 'Rebel Pub'. More on that later.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Hanging with Pro-Palestinians. Every side has its story. Right? I mean this is the basis for my stories. More when possible.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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
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.
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.
