Crazy-Pops

I've taken some time off from the blog for other things....which I'll get to tomorrow. But first, I've been spending a lot of time at the Mixmaster's school, for reasons I'll explain later. And with the new round of school shootings that seem to be taking hold of our country lately, I've been watching the kids and thinking about what a cowardly act that is. If you're psycho and you have a gun and you want to end your life, go ahead. Go ahead and do it. Go out to the backyard, stick the barrel of the gun in your mouth, and do it. With nobody around. And if you hold a grudge against somebody in your past and you're psycho and you own a gun, put the gun in the gun closet, lock the gun closet, throw away the key, and go talk to the person from your past. Or, better yet, go buy yourself a pile of new CDs and spend a couple of days with your headphones on, getting over your grudge and realizing that life is worth living and grudges are worth getting over. Or go to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. Or go volunteer at a soup kitchen and see that your life isn't nearly as bad as it could be. Something.

Because if you're the kind of person who's psycho, has a gun and a grudge, walks into a school - which, honestly, should be the safest place in a community, with a church a close second - and starts taking out kids, there's a special place in hell for you. Children are the most innocent creatures in this race we call the human race and they don't have a freaking clue as to why you're mad and they don't really care why you're mad and they certainly don't understand why you're mad. And what the hell kind of point are you trying to make, anyway? "Hey, look at me, I can shoot kids!" Um, yeah, that's a Big Man right there. You've taken your stupid grudge against whatever/whoever out on innocent creatures who don't have anything to do with it and you've ruined countless lives. Imagine - somewhere in America tonight there are at least 6 households who are newly missing a daughter. That's absolutely crushing. To the spirit, to the soul. And there are countless other families who have sons and daughters who are injured, physically or mentally. And there are the rest of us, who are left to try to explain to our kids how such a thing could possibly happen and try to answer to questions like, "Why didn't their daddy save them?" And we go to our public school and we drop our kids off and we look around and if we don't recognize an adult face, we wonder what they're doing at our school. And we go to our public school and the other adults look at us and also wonder what our motives are for being there. And all we're trying to do is drop our kids off at what should be the safest place around.

Thanks, Big Men. Thanks for taking your silly grudges or your anger or whatever and shattering whatever idealistic notions we had about our communities and our schools. Fucking cowards. There's a special place in hell for you, doing unspeakable acts with other unspeakable cowards from history. And if there isn't a special place in hell for you? When I get there (I think I've done enough things in my past to warrant an admittance) I'll make one for you.