I really don’t see the reason why automatic Rifles are necessary. I can accept handguns (self defense) and shotgun or regular rifles (hunting) but I don’t see a reason why automatic rifles are not being made harder to get ahold of…the only use of AR weapons is killing people..
Dammit I wanted Bernie,
not another closed mind,
instead I was wanting someone
who made me hope for mankind.
Socialism should not be a fear,
where kindness is a weapon
against the masses
and old men don’t have us
tied up in the idea that we cannot be
helping each other with no strings.
why don’t we have social programs
where people are not afraid
of the violence that seems ingrained?
why is learning regulated,
where only the rich can afford it?
symptoms of the disease,
classism, racism, and greed!
Yeah, those things cost money,
but isn’t that what taxes are for?
the political system regulates
bodies that they know nothing about,
the average person is mired
in depression, debt, and doubts.
Trying to get books ready for publication, writing more, and recovering from a really nasty infection…means the blog caught neglect. So here is a poem written today titled The White Whale…
I find myself judging me
for things done in anxiety.
The things I should be doing
eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly.
I cannot grow a care…
Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happen
are just as bad,
telling me how important it is
and why I should be sad.
Instead the urging only
reverses my mind to anger quixotically,
making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,
The could be is somehow worse,
for in me, these are the ones that hurt.
I feel like I am not enough,
because I can not make them happen
no matter how hard I try.
So the should, the would, and the could,
each have their place
in stretching my anxiety
into another day.
They make me into a nervous wreck,
weighing each mistake
as a possibility.
Fighting the trio
I become a careless me.
Pattimouse 