In the wake of the disaster in Las Vegas, I just…
At this point, it’s obvious that gun control needs to be high on the list of policy priorities. The only reason shit hasn’t been done is because those ass hats we call congressmen would rather line their own pockets than look out for other people’s interests.
Point blank period. This is common fucking sense.
Anyone who says otherwise could really
go snack on a bag of dicks for all I care.
But that’s not why I’m here today.
Every time something like this happens, I’m just a little more cynical and a little more apathetic to what goes on in this world.
At the same time, I grow in my resolve that this pressure cooker can’t take too much more heat before the top gets blown off this bitch.
And I’m hopeful.
Nobody knows what banged or why it did, but the Big Bang, a moment of immense pressure and volatility, gave rise to the universe we know today. Nature, art, music, allat arose out of chaos.
Now I could just be talking out the side of my neck but I’m thinking the same idea applies here. Except the next Big Bang has the potential to be a controlled blast rather than an all consuming fire ball that destroys everything in its wake.
When it bangs – and most assuredly it will bang if we keep this bullshit up – enough people will know why and what for.
And if there’s enough people around in the aftermath to say, “I fucking told you so,” maybe we can build something better.
I hope we can salvage some of the good things that we’ve learned over time and, as a new world rises from these imminent ashes, people think twice before they act.