It was 7 Years Ago Today
I buried my 28 yr old daughter, a victim of gun violence, 7 years ago today.
7 years and four days ago in one of her crazed comedy moments that only she could pull off she mooned me walking out the door. Mooned her own damn dad!
7 hours later I awoke to screaming and loud banging on my front door.
7 minutes later as I pulled down her street it was blocked by ambulances, police, people and even a news van was pulling up right next to me.
When I saw her car in the driveway and the location of the crime scene tape surrounding her house I just knew someone was going to step out and say that no, it was somebody else.
It’s always somebody else.
Until it’s not.
Until it’s your child.
I’ve heard my fill from the gun toters. Hate to tell you the hard facts but guns do kill people. It’s really that simple.
The evil fuck that committed this atrocity, a double murder, could have strangled her, beat her with a bat, stabbed her, or drowned her in a swimming pool filled with Coca Cola.
But he didn’t. He used a handgun.
Hmm, I wonder why….
Weapon of choice for cowards, no fuss no muss. Twitch of a finger from across the room, the street, the block and someones dead. None of that up close personal, messy ass shit, simply a twitch of the finger and someone dies. What a badass… Gee, I am truly impressed. Fucking coward.
Criminals will get guns no matter what…
No shit, Sherlock, learn that stupid shit while attending Trump U?
So why you want to make and keep it so easy for them to get?
News flash, the gun used was purchased at. wait for it…..
A what?!?
A fucking garage sale.
Read that there, Sherlock. Catch what I just wrote?
A fucking garage sale.
That’s okay with you?
When you’re awaken at 2:00 a.m. to find that it’s your child will you still think it’s okay?
Bit of a problem there, ya think?
Or do you think at all?
You will. When it’s your child.
Ever see a gunshot wound?
I have.
Entry wounds are small. Exit wounds are large. Nasty. Ripped apart shit hanging outside that used to be inside. Horrifying to see those.
When my daughter mooned me that night in her jest I saw her ass. I was immediately embarrassed that I had.
Few days later I saw her ass again.
On the funeral directors gurney.
Sure didn’t look the same as the ass I’d been so embarrassed to have seen.
The two exit wounds to her ass kind of changed it.
You have no idea. Nor do you ever want one.
Last time I saw my baby alive she mooned me.
Next time I saw my baby she mooned me again.
I had to say something today, I couldn’t let another anniversary go by without saying something, I don’t care squat about recs or any of that silly stuff, far from the point. Truth is I could care less if someone reads this or not nor what they think. Fact is some shit needs said sometimes with or without an audience.
We have all kinds of issues in this country but I can’t think of a fucking one that a handgun will solve.
Think this clown running will do jack shit about the gun problem that we allowed to proliferate to out of control proportions before our very eyes? Yada yada, common sense gun control, yada fucking yada.
Is selling guns at garage sales common sense?
Gun show loophole?
The entire goddamn country is a freaking gun show.
A freak show.
A freaking freak show.
Quit watching that bullshit you call news and read some foreign news. I read about 50 foreign sources every day and one common denominator? They all think we’re some sick puppies in this country to allow happen what we have. And we deserve it. We are some sick fucks, we’re the shining example of democracy? So much so there’s a gun for every man woman and child? That’s sick. And we’re sick for allowing it.
End of rant, you can now go back to your regularly scheduled life
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