I’m mad as hell April 19, 2007

I’m mad as hell that some post-adolescent psychopath named Cho Seung-Hui killed 32 people. I wish the police would have shot him, so he could have bled slowly to death, like the animal that he was. But, in the end, like most psychotic monsters, he was a coward and  took his own life. Imagine what his parents are feeling? Imagine turning on the TV and realizing that your son is the most hated monster in America. A boy who you created, who came out of you, who you nurtured and fed and clothed. A boy for whom you slaved the hours away at a Laundry, so he could attend an expensive, high profile University. And one day, this boy turns into a man who turns into a mass murderer… and somehow you’ve become Satan’s parents, when a couple of days ago all you were was a hard-working immigrant couple from South Korea… like so many others in this country.

This guy was an egotistic, self-serving, delusional sociopath who in his twisted mind thought he was some kind of  a martyr! I haven’t been able to sleep for two days thinking about this tragedy. I just don’t seem to understand how this is possible. How can someone be so inherently EVIL? FOR NO REASON. I can’t seem to get over the fear that this could happen anywhere at anytime. Myself or someone I love could be a victim of some random nut-case who is able to buy a gun in this United States of Arm-erica, where it’s easier to buy a gun than to buy allergy medication! To buy my allergy medicine I need to first go to my doctor, have blood tests done, have those tests analyzed by my doctor, he then needs to decide whether I need medication or not. After he deems it necessary he has to decide WHICH medication is best suited for me. After that he needs to write me a prescription on a special piece of paper which he must sign. Without this, no pharmacy will sell me the medicine that I NEED to live a normal, healthy life. Even though I could become VERY ILL without my medicine, I still need “permission” from my doctor, in the form of a script, or I will not be able to purchase my medicine. But it turns out, that if I want to buy A GUN,  a weapon that KILLS people, all I need to do is show up at a gun shop with my driver’s license. That’s it. EXPLAIN THAT TO ME!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THAT MORONIC CONCEPT TO ME!!!!!!!!! The right to bear arms MY ASS! No matter what these idiotic Gun Loving Republicans say, it is NOT LOGICAL that we live in a country where it’s easier to buy a gun than to buy medicine. Maybe if this man would have been able to buy some anti-depressant or anti-psychotic medication he would have been in a much better place emotionally and wouldn’t have killed 32 people, but since it’s impossible to buy medicine without going through this lengthy process (even more so for mental illness medication) but it’s VERY EASY to buy weapons,  Mr. Cho went the easy route and bought two guns and committed the worst mass murder in the history of this nation.

And still some ignorant fools have the gaul to say that there isn’t a gun problem in this country! It’s worse than a problem, it’s a plague! And no matter what the red necks, the Christian Right, those in the Middle States, and all the howdy-doody Republicans say: Guns kill people. A psycho who wants to kill 32 people will NOT be able to do so by throwing tomatoes at them. Now, get down from your confederate cloud and THINK. Maybe if one of the dead kids were YOUR KID, you’d feel different about how easy it is to buy a gun in this country.WAKE UP AND SMELL THE AMMO YOU BLIND, IGNORANT FOOLS!

Sorry for the possibly incoherent ramblings….I’m mad as hell. Can you tell?

Lunch-time Musings April 4, 2007

As I sat and ate my solitary lunch, I couldn’t help but notice the couple sitting at the table next to me- He was overweight, balding and in his late fifties, she was overweight, graying and probably a few years younger.  From the moment they sat down they hadn’t exchanged a single word. He looked through a newspaper, she looked around the room; both horribly bored. They seemed so cold, so uninvolved, so ancient. There wasn’t a single semblance of tenderness or warmth between them. They were like an Israeli and a Palestine being forced to share a meal at the same table. At one point I saw her stare at her husband for about 15 seconds. I think she was hoping he’d look up and smile, or grab her hand across the table, or simply share a story from the paper, but he never looked up at her pleading eyes. She eventually looked away, defeated. There was so much misery at that table. Lack of communication, lack of affection, lack of sweet words, sweet kisses, sweet touches- had turned them into strangers. It had probably been years since they had fun together, laughed together, made love. I sat next to them until I finished my meal and then I got up and left.

 As I walked out of the restaurant I thought to myself: “I will never allow M and I to turn into them.”