No More Guns II

Last year there were over 10,000 deaths from gun violence in this country...ten thousand lives lost to guns.

No more guns...tell me that my right to bear arms is worth even one of those lives...go on try to.

I dare you.

No More Guns

People in and around DC will be lamenting the death of a fabulous football player, Sean Taylor. His death at 24 is sad, shocking, and disturbing. A couple of years ago I may have added: but it is no surprise. Taylor had a bit of a bad boy aura around him coming out of college and some of his actions landed him in trouble with the law and with a bad public image.

But he changed that. People have lauded him for his turn around and, aside from his incredible play on the field, he was becoming a figure worthy of emulation.

But he was shot last night in his home. As I write this all I know is that he was shot by an intruder.

Shot!

Dammit, I have heard all the arguments in support of the second amendment right to bear arms and for just this once I will say I agree that it means that ordinary Joes and Janes can arm themselves as opposed to my reading of the Founding Fathers' desire to have a nation and its states capable of raising instant citizen militias.

Okay...let's just say you and I have a right to own handguns as well as automatic assault rifles.

So what the hell are we gonna do with them besides go out to the range and get our jollies off wasting gunpowder and lead by blasting paper targets?

Sean Taylor was shot by a hand gun. Thirty-three people died last April in Blackburg (the shooter was dead at the end of the shooting too! We need to count him as the perpetuator and
a victim too!) and countless young people across this country die every year because of gun violence.

Tell me then why we need guns...

I'm in favor of 'em, but see no need for 'em.

Do you?

This is my friend Jenn...

She's flagging and I caught this in a horse paddock in Palmyra, PA the second week of September.

She made me think of butterflies.

More on flagging next post.

Searching 4 Joy

Sunday Morning 7:20 AM and the damn phone is ringing. WTF? Who the ...would be calling here that early. Find out later on the voice mail, right?

Around nine Robert is complaining that he can't get on the internet. I show him how I get the damn thing going when the, oh shit, I can't think of the name of the device now...not the wireless router, the thingie the connects to the phone line that separates the DSL....fuck it, you know what I mean. Anyway, I use the phone, call the Verizon voicemail box and there it was (oh, BTW, the light that was blinking goes solid and then you can log onto the internet) a sweet, pre-pubescent girl's voice that only said, "hi".

Then silence...

Sweet little nuisance woke my snarly, bear-like self up. Couldn't work up much distaste for her. Probably Robert's "I'm-next-in-line" girl friend calling and then realizing it was way too early to do such a rash thing that early in the morning...

It's almost 11:00 now. I'm clearing the clutter from my office, finishing what I started when I got back from the retreat in PA and clearing space for my major project: Joy!

Joy

Joy is the center of my focus right now. Finding joy, leaving breadcrumbs along the trail for others to follow....mapping joy.

I woke up with a sad feeling, then an annoyed feeling. But hearing that softly spoken 'hi' changed that.

Oh, yeah the freakin' word is 'modem'. Whew, the mind still works...

Happy Sunday morning!

Happiness Is...

Ah, simplicity is having a cute bunny to snuggle. Does it matter how old you are? Does it matter who sees, or what they may think of you?

And isn't it the best thing on the planet when that 'bunny' is a breathing, warm, and loving human being?

Thank the divine for each and every person who gives you hugs. Thank the universe for those upon whom you are privileged to bestow hugs.

Who has hugged you lately?

Who have you hugged?