June 3, 2017
While I am quite enamored with Samantha Bee, and enjoy Roseanne\’s outspokenness — we are beginning to see the madness of the Trump Reign leaking-all-over. And not only in increased school violence: Hell! I just saw that an admitted pedophile is running for public office. The ceremony of innocence is drowning…
If you hadn\’t gathered it from my title — I\’m intimating that school shootings should slow down to a halt this Summer because, well because, school\’s out for Summer.
The question to solve over the Summer is: Why do WPOD (White Punks on Dope) feel that they have to kill school children and/or fellow students? Is it because, like your average hunter, you go after prey that can\’t fight back? Or, is there a thrill involved with killing something (or someone) that is oblivious to its fate? As Andre the Giant said in The Princess Bride: We face each other as God intended, sportsmanlike.
When I was a boy growing up in Farmington Hills, Michigan (originally, simply Farmington) — a number of the neighborhood fathers would head out during the deer and duck hunting seasons — and take their sons along.
Naturally, these friends who went hunting with their fathers had been trained to use a gun: usually learning on the job. And as all hunters are taught (and they pass this important knowledge on to non-hunters like myself): If you wound a dear (because you didn\’t take it down with a kill shot) — you have to track it down to put it out of its misery. I believe this to be the cardinal point of the hunter\’s code — it is a point of the hunter\’s honor.
While I felt sorry for the buck that were killed during hunting season (knowing they were essentially defenseless against the hunter) — it was cool to know that some of the kidz in your hood could handle a real gun (not the plastic machine guns we used to play army with) giving them an additional badge of honor to accompany other achievements like home runs in baseball; dunks in basketball; touchdowns in football; progressive boy scout awards; owning sought-after sports cards; or, having the most \”souped-up\” bicycle in the hood.
I believe we all had a chance to earn some type of honor — but being a deer hunter might have been the highest of these boyhood accolades.
Quoting Peter Gabriel (from an ancient GENESIS song [that I believe I have already quoted in a previous essay]) — he sang of a time \”when honor meant much more to a man than life.\”
Ironically, the aforementioned demented White punks who go into schools to murder students seem to fancy themselves as some type of hunter — but they are hunters with no honor — and an unfair advantage over their prey…not very sportsmanlike at all. Their prey is even more defenseless than the deer — since students can neither smell, see, nor hear the stalker until it is too late.
Perhaps these WPOD attack schools because they are unconsciously attacking their families-of-origin and the institutions that should have taught them a code of honor of honor by which to live and respect others by. Are they lashing out at these failed institutions?
It\’s too bad that role models — like fathers who teach their sons how to hunt — are so hard to come by in this day-and-age of moral ethical standards in free-fall!
US Summer homework should be to figure out how to keep the Nation\’s schools safe, and not about who\’s a cunt, bitch or bastard — though stopping such trivial and mundane nonsense from leaking into the collective pool might be a start; and, oh yeah perhaps teaching this entire nation what is honorable behavior and what is not…