Thanks for your tears. I needed to see them. You see, I have 5 boys...
... and i have trouble with this. I cried today. You see, I don't cry much; but I did today. And then.. as expected.. slowly but surely.. the rage came. Children can spray bullets. Men gut their victims with knives up close. They have to know death, murder, intimately... and live with it.
Guns are easy. Makes death easy.
I have five sons- if this had happened to... I would have been arrested for murder- if I had been lucky enough to reach the m.f.
Mr. President, I know you like to reach across the aisle. I know you admire Lincoln. I also know that being our first African American President, a president I have fought for- from writing my columns to poll watching- I know that perhaps your race has caused some hesitation to your leadership... i.e you never wanted to make 'waves.'
Well, after today, and being the old Southern fuck that I am- pony up dude. Whether it be the NRA or wall street or boner or women's rights or gay marriage- i don't really give a damn cause Mr. President- I am in a state of rage.
Your pathetic traitorous opponents cannot be reasoned with... on any issue. Fox wants you dead. Rush wants you dead. We are at war here. Get a clue my leader- they want to destroy this country and have already stared with the middle class, i.e. us.
This is an opportunity to take the oppressors by the balls. And they are our oppressors.
And as of today -with piles of 5 year old bodies in a class room in Connecticut, like a mistaken drone attack in Pakistan- ouch...yea...ouch.
Stop this madness - recognize the war
recognize your mandate- take no prisoners
go for it
and start with the NRA
we got your back brother...our President
from- one tired writer father citizen mother fucker