You couldn’t make this stuff up if you tried.
And I simply have got to stop reading the news bits on my home page every morning, because on those glorious days when I don’t wake up with a headache…it certainly doesn’t take long for one to set in. Besides, the whole purpose of not having the television hooked up to anything remotely resembling the broadcast world is that we, I, will not be inundated with garbage. I have a friend who once told me “garbage in, garbage out.” She was referring to filling your mind with all the junk that is out there, specifically television, and the effect it can have on what comes out of your head, brain, mouth, etc.
Perhaps I should change the title of this post…
On to the latest tidbit that has got me shaking my head, wondering what planet we’re inhabiting these days.
Planet Crazy it seems.
OK, so I’m scanning the home page quickly, as school needs to get started, and I’m nowhere near ready…and my eyes catch this “headline:”
“Cops say couple shot dead over dog feces.”
As I said, you couldn’t make this stuff up.
My curiousity was piqued. And to unpique (word??) it, I clicked on the link, mentally telling my subconscious to shush about that whole “garbage in” thingy, knowing full good and well this would qualify as the ultimate garbage.
Somewhere in Texas (why is it always Texas????)…a man shot and killed a woman and a man (while a 1 month old infant lay in the house and 3 other children were at school) because he was upset about dog feces being deposited in his backyard and on his doorstep. (I think I have the facts straight…)
The cops have the guy…so maybe the whole story will come out. As in…why was the dog feces being deposited in front of this guy’s door? And was it on the doorstep..or on the front lawn? Was he overly sensitive to the smell of dog excrement? Had he, ever so sweetly and kindly, repeatedly asked these people to not leave their dog’s steaming pile of fecund fecal material close to where he might set his feet?
Lord love a duck…so many unanswered questions.
And really…why am I taking my precious, precious time to ask them?????????? One might ask.
Ahhh…..yes, you see my dears, I do have a point to this mindless, inane pile of steaming garbage that has now infiltrated my brain.
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT…when I said that pretty soon it would end up looking just like an old spaghetti western. Guys walking around with their six-shooters slung low on their hips (bow-legged, remember?), their arms held out to their sides so everyone could see their itchy, twitchy trigger fingers just waiting to show the world how manly they could be. (Sorry, my feminist side has such issues with guns and their sometimes not-so-obvious substitution for demonstration of masculinity…are you catching what I’m saying without saying it????)
The guy had an itchy, twitchy trigger finger and decided to show the world who was boss. He swaggered up the stairs and did one of those quick draw things (I don’t know this…I’m using my literary license here)…thinking that he would just show them who was who. Well, in all honesty, I have no earthly idea what this man was thinking.
But pretty soon, the wacko right is going to start saying that this man had mental health issues and shouldn’t have been allowed to have a gun and YADA, YADA, YADA.
Give me a flippin’ break. At this rate, we’re ALL going to be labeled with mental health issues. That’s a bloody excuse.
Oh the headache.
I’m off to make another delectable triple shot 1/2 caffe (noting that it is half regular, half decaf is integral to my integrity) dark chocolate mocha with whip….after which I hope to bring myself back to the surface of this planet, out of orbit which is where I’m at right now.
INCIDENTALLY…one itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, bitsy little question for Mr. Wayne LaPierre of the good ol’ N. R. of A. (and YES, I know that it should be NRA…there’s no “of” there…but I’m writing this damn blog and I’m exercising my literary license once again).
Ah yes, my question:
So, Mr. La Pierre, which one of these characters was the good guy and which one was the bad guy?
Was the bad guy the one dumping the doggie do-do at the door? And then the good guy was the one who went and blew him (and his wife…leaving 4 children without parents) to kingdom come? You know, getting rid of the jerk, taking justice into his own hands, exercising his god-given, inalienable right to pack heat and display his manliness by showing the world his super-duper lightning fast trigger finger??????????????
You know…Mr. Wayne La Pierre…I’m writing in reference to your ASININE statement regarding bad guys with guns and good guys with guns.
Cause I’m just getting so confused here as to who exactly are the good guys and who exactly are the bad guys.
And GOD HELP ME if I piss off one of the bad guys with a gun…or one of the good guys with the gun….see, I just don’t know anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And this is why I should stick to writing about things like Star Wars and Sound of Music, because then I don’t use SHOUTY CAPITALS and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just trying to make my point. Those. Give. Me. A. Headache.
AAAGHHHHH…things that make me crazy, insane, wacko, nutso, off my rocker mad.