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The GOP is Okay With Occasional Mass Murder

From Greg Fallis:

I just counted. Since I started writing this blog, I’ve written 31 posts about mass shootings and murders. This will be the 32nd. It won’t be the last. Hell, there were so many blog posts on mass shootings I had to create a tag for it; another mass shooting.

The first was in August of 2012, the Sikh temple mass murder in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. Remember that one? Probably not. Seven dead; eight counting the shooter. The shooter generally isn’t included in the butcher’s bill, because he’s not an innocent victim.

You know who else isn’t innocent? Republicans. Republican governors, Republican state legislators, Republicans in Congress. They may not be actively guilty, but they sure as fuck aren’t innocent. Now, I’m not saying these people are okay with routine sporadic mass murders, I’m saying…

Wait. No, I AM saying Republican lawmakers are okay with routine sporadic mass murders. And hey, let’s also include Democrats Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema as being okay with routine sporadic mass murders. If these people weren’t okay with it, they’d have done something to prevent it. At the very least, if they weren’t okay will mass shootings, they’d have done something to reduce the body count.

But they haven’t. They haven’t done a goddamned thing. And they won’t. We know they won’t. So yeah, Republican lawmakers (and a pair of asshole Democrats) are okay with routine sporadic mass murders. They won’t admit that, of course. Because that would make them sociopathic monsters.

Wait. They ARE sociopathic. They may not be actual monsters, but clearly they meet the diagnostic criteria for being sociopaths. They have a weak and limited capacity to feel empathy and remorse. Some of them may, it’s true, be sincere when they mouth the phrase ‘thoughts and prayers’. But they don’t feel enough empathy or remorse to actually do anything constructive about it. So fuck them and their thoughts and prayers.

I don’t know how many people have died in Uvalde, Texas. First they reported it was two kids. Then ten. Now I think the butcher’s bill is 21, mostly kids. Oh, and the shooter shot his grammy too, though she didn’t die. Well, not yet. The body count may go up; it so often does. Second grade, third grade, fourth grade kids. Eight, nine, ten-year-old kids. Shot dead.

Here’s another horrible thing: we’re not hearing about wounded kids. We’re not seeing pictures of ambulances pulling up to hospital trauma centers. We’re not hearing about kids in surgery. That suggests the victims weren’t just shot, but were shot to a degree that there was no point in transporting them to an emergency room.

There are…wait. There were just under 600 kids enrolled in that school. So about 3% of the student body were killed today.

I wrote that last night. Couldn’t finish it. Didn’t want to finish it.

This morning we’re learning the names of the victims. Last night they were just generic victims. Today we’ll find out more about them. We’ll see photos of them, we’ll hear from their friends and family members and teachers. Politicians (including Republicans) will mourn them in public. They’ll offer the usual thoughts, the usual prayers, and they’ll say we must never forget them.

But we will. Oh, their families will remember them. So will their friends. And the kids who saw them gunned down, they’ll never be able to escape those memories. But for the rest of us, in a few days they’ll just be included in the roll call of generic mass murder victims.

It’s tragic. It really is gut-shattering massively fucking tragic. And the tragedy will be compounded by the fact that nothing will change. Nothing will chance because Republican lawmakers (and a couple of asshole Democrats) are okay with routine sporadic mass murder. They’re basically okay with a few hundred kids being shot to death every year.

So are the people who vote for them.

Yesterday was the 144th day of the year. There have been at least 212 mass shootings in 2022 so far. Republicans and Republican voters are okay with that.

EDITORIAL NOTE: By the way, SCOTUS will be handing down a ruling on gun rights in the next few weeks. It’s almost certain they’ll make it easier for more people to carry more guns in more places. We can thank Republicans for that too.

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Because It’s True

Spotted scrawled on a university bathroom stall back in 1995 (yes, I wrote it down):

“I love men.  All kinds of men.  I love the way men smell.  I love the way they carry themselves.  I love their hairy legs.  I love seeing their jeans around their ankles, around sandals or athletic shoes.  I love mustaches.  I love the gleam in the eye of a man when he’s consumed with passion.  I love a man’s nipples; his pecs; his chest.  I love the bush of hair at his crotch and the rivulet that runs up to his belly button.  I love them naked and I love them dressed; I love them wearing a shirt unbuttoned to the waist, exposing the carpet of hair.  I love men’s biceps; their tattoos and their 3-day beard stubble.  I love the hair and the smell of man’s armpit.  I love the way a man’s cock feels in your hand, how it grows from flaccid to erect with merely a touch.  I love foreskin, the way it slides over the cockhead.  I love the way men kiss.  I love men’s balls and their butts.  I love their calves and their thighs as they sit, spreadeagle on a toilet, offering you their hard, dripping cock.  I love dog-tags and pierced tits—baseball caps on 25-year old cleanshaven buzzcut college studs driving jeeps, their tan, hairy legs spread wide in shorts.  I love big daddy bears, their hairy chests criss-crossed by black leather harnesses.  Cocksucking.  Jacking Off.  Titplay.  Bondage.  Transcendental male fuck-play.”

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Some Observations

    • Knowing only one language is like having only one eye.  You can still see everything, but you miss out on the depth.
    • Some people, it is said, see retirement as the end of a meaningful life.  I see it as the end of a meaningless life.  No more spending eight hours a day doing things so inane and irritating that they literally need to pay me to do them.  Retirement is the time to bloom.  Most jobs wilt you.
    • Gangster “leaders” always underestimate the strength and resolve of democracies.  The Kaiser did, Hitler did, Tojo did, Saddam Hussein did, and now Putin is doing it.  They never seem to learn.
    • Toddlers (of whatever chronological age) go on the internet to show how performatively cynical they can be.  Adults grapple with the detail and complexity of difficult problems in the real world.
    • There is money to be made by telling people what they want to hear, and what stupid people want to hear is that smart people actually aren’t so smart after all.  That’s why, for example, the junk media so often report new scientific discoveries as showing that “scientists were wrong about such-and-such”, even though usually the new discovery fits into existing theories quite well.
    • If somebody uses words like “sheeple” or “herd” to refer to those who disagree with him, he’s probably in some kind of cult.
    • People who claim to not care about good manners have probably never had to deal with somebody who’s really rude.  That gets tiresome fast.
    • Saying “it’s a republic, not a democracy” is like saying “it’s a beagle, not a dog”.  A republic is a type of democracy, and the only type workable for a really large population.  Every democracy in the world today is a republic (well, some are technically constitutional monarchies, but they function as republics, with elected representatives holding power).  People who use this slogan aren’t basing it on some clear distinction between the two — they’re just rationalizing a claim that they should get their way even if they don’t win majority support.
    • Angry people are usually easy to manipulate.  That’s why would-be manipulators try to keep their audience in a state of constant outrage.
    • Better my own road to Hell than someone else’s road to Heaven.

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