Gunmen jumpsuit of three cars in Marseille, France and open fire on a group of young people. Odds are it is a terrorist attack but we do not know yet.
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I’m middle of the road re politics.
I’ve lived in Florida for 16 years.
I come from Glasgow in Scotland.
Murder capital of Europe (but beautiful in many parts of the city.)
Am I qualified to make an opinion on these animals?
Oops. I think I just did. And I keep an open mind about all American politicians but I think Chuck dropped the ball here.
So the Mr Men books are sexist now. Some people have too much time on their hands. Leave the Mr Men books alone. Getting ridiculous.
Just to let you know that while the March for Our Lives was taking place in DC there were protests against guns running concurrently in cities all over Europe. For example in Edinburgh, a protest which I presume had more to do with Trump rather than AR 15s.
As an American citizen I am pro 2nd amendment. Do I like guns? No. Have I held a gun? No. But in this country the 2nd amendment is an absolutely necessity.
Why Europeans were out in the street for this March for Life is beyond me. Paris, London, Glasgow. Lucerne etc. It does not affect them. It affects me because I live here but I can assure you I wasn’t walking up US1 in a pussy hat holding a placard.
The US has a written constitution. The U.K. does not have a written constitution. Maybe David Hogg and his teletubbies should think through the ramifications before jumping head first into their paddling pools.
I am disappointed in Europeans coming out on to the street protesting against something they do not understand. It strikes me more and more that the march was politically motivated and the money that paid for the 30 coaches to rumble into Pennsylvania Avenue did not come from Tinkerbell’s magic dust. Soros paid a million. Clooney paid half a million. Etc. it’s maneuvering new young voters away from the evil Trumpsters so they can get a result in 2018 with virgin voters and henceforth impeach the POTUS. Won’t happen.
I for one will vote Trump so less of the ambivalence about me being a lib on the fence. I’m an independent. I veer right. Hence my vote for Trump in November. Immigration is my big worry. Should be for all Americans. I will not vote Dem. If there is no wall and no resolution to the DACA problem adios America.
So America has to deal with it and cannot be told what to do by some brats that cannot open a tin of beans or change a tire.
And don’t jump off the Trump train over one terrible bill. (The military needed the money. The pork was cancerous.) The consequences would be so severe you’d be better off jumping under the train.
My grandfather’s brother on my Dad’s side moved his family to Rhodesia from Scotland after WW2. They were in the Diamond business. His daughter became Editor of the Hong Kong Wall St Journal. Very successful. Proud protestants, generous to everyone who worked for them.
Since the whites have been marginalized and these animals have taken over this is going to end up in a complete and utter bloodbath. The black population over there haven’t got a clue how to live like normal human beings in a civilized society.
It’s not racist. Ian Smith, was probably one of the most controversial Prime Minister’s ever, but Rhodesia prospered under his leadership. Now he has long gone, we can see the inevitable result and we can probably agree things are not going to end well. This is a disaster in the making. We have to support the white farmers.
My signature on a Valentine’s card
Will fade over time.
But the aching intensity
Of my love
I can’t even go into Walmart
Without some extraterrestrial type
Looking or saying something
That jumps on my amygdala,
And bugs me for hours.
And I can’t go into Walgreens
Without passing a surly associate
Who doesn’t want to be there,
Without hearing a song from the seventies
That brings back feelings
Of being trapped in an elevator
(With an associate from Walgreens)
And I can’t go into Starbucks
Without knowing I’m being ripped off,
But nevertheless hand over the bucks
To the grumpy barista,
And take the gruesome coffee
As finally I’ve made up my mind
To look at last
For a Keurig machine
So I don’t have to put myself through this bitter hell
And I can’t go to a restaurant
Without some dopey brat
As her intellectually challenged
Laugh and look around
To see if we’re enjoying their kids
As much as they are.
Yet I reserve my tears for the movies,
The cinema that died
Such a long time ago.
It’s not just Britney
Texting throughout the film
Or the grossly overweight pensioners
Jamming popcorn into their mouths.
It’s what these actors
Have done to our people,
Brought a darkness instead of light
Into their lives.
Spewed propaganda in between takes,
Because they can.
The joy and happiness
We often found,
In years gone by,
When fantasy was the escape
We wanted, and needed, at times.
Now there is no escape,
Or even a reality,
It’s now all one and the same.
Your voices make little difference,
The wind has the power to defeat
And take away all this dire screaming
But leave blisters and scars on your feet.
You can dress in vaginal outfits,
Give a finger to every young cop
Throw water bottles
At barking Alsatians,
There is nothing to say you must stop.
Urinate on the stars and stripes if you want,
Wipe your feet or your ass on the flag,
Smash up a Starbucks
(But don’t expect to get served),
Smash up banks
(Who financed your candidate),
And shout down the scum who you hate.
But it won’t make any difference
I can assure you,
The bed in the attic’s still there,
The food stamps will keep on arriving,
And the wind will still blow in your hair.
The streets will be cleared in the morning
As sad bitter people disperse,
To the buses and trains and planes waiting,
And the undertaker driving the hearse.
A young man
Came out of the restrooms
Today at an airport
And as all kinds of people were
Collecting their baggage
He pointed a handgun
At their heads
And one by one he killed them
And as blood spilled from the head
He went over to make sure they were dead
Until there was no breath
And death had taken them
On a flight
From the bloody terminal
Into the next world
On a flight path lined with angels
And stars to guide their souls.