No…not as in “on the scale.” Lord love a duck. There are certain things women should just not do after the age of 40…and standing on a scale is one of them.
But I digress.
I’ve had enough. I’m finally going to wade into the choppy seas of a rather, disgustingly bitter issue. Only because it’s gotten way past loony and into the downright freakish. And I simply cannot take it anymore.
Now…I’ve been doing a lot of reading. And the good bloggers are always prepared with lots of facts and data and statistics so that the barrage of nasty comments they get back can be rebutted with some sanity. So…I’m doing my share of preparing for the backlash. (Not that any of the few that chance upon these pages and thus my ramblings have ever so much as uttered one word about my ravings…but…you never know. Someone did slap a bright orange “Defend Freedom, Defeat Obama” bumper sticker on my car. Oh yeah…how’s that workin’ out for ya now, you DINGBAT!!!) But again, I digress.
So…in the interest of time, and as I have a bazillion things to do right now, and the whipped cream is in short supply, meaning I’ll have to ration the triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mochas with whip, so that I won’t be able to stay up til the wee hours of the morning…I will make this short and sweet.
WHAT IN ALL THE NAME THAT IS HOLY IS UP WITH THE IDIOTS AT THE NRA??????????????
Posting an ad for a video game app that is labeled appropriate for children age 4 and up????????????? And has them shooting at targets that are in the shape of coffins?????
HAVE THEY LOST ALL SHREDS OF DIGNITY????????????
And how, just how, does this have one bloomin’, blasted thing to do with the 2nd Amendment?????????????????
Ouch. Now I have a headache from all the capital letters. And the blood pressure is rising just a tad bit.
And I have OH SO MUCH MORE TO SAY on this issue. Believe you me.
But I need to get started on that list of a bazillion things…so I’ll call it quits for now. Just really wanted to let you know where I stand on the issue.
Of guns that is.
You see, listening to ol’ Wayne LaPierre (have no earthly idea if I spelled that correctly or not) of the N-R of A…one would think that they (being the idjits coming up with their statements and ideas) would like to take us back to the time of yesteryear. (Reference that incredibly crass, ASININE, idiotic, STUPID statement by LaPierre that went something like this “the only thing better than a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.” Yeah Mr. LaPierre, you tell ’em.)
You know that time…when raw-boned, lanky cowboy types roamed the streets with their six-shooters strapped low on their thighs (don’t forget how bow-legged they were…helps with the image), and their arms held out so that one could see their very itchy, twitchy trigger fingers just waiting for someone to look at them cross-eyed so they could prove their manhood by how fast they yanked out that pistol and gunned the offender down. Usually in the dirt streets (we’d need dirt cause of all the horses tied up outside the saloons and such…cleaning up their poop is much easier when it can just get mushed in with the dust). (We’d need those horses so those lanky, cowboy types could get that bow-legged swagger just right.) And you know, just to go along with the times, women would need to be hanging out at the saloons catering to all these goofballs, wearing things slit down to there and up to here and so on and so forth.
Yup…that about sums up the Republican Party, now doesn’t it? Wanting to “take our country back” and “don’t take away our guns” and “reproductive rights ma’am???? are you out of your blasted mind?” See how I tied all that into this one little paragraph? Jiminy christmas…sometimes I amaze even myself.
I better stop now, cause I’m sure I’ve offended some.
But…you can be sure, I’m not done with this topic. I’m just getting warmed up. Promise.