It is 11 words, but I laughed at this one, however, I have a monster toothache and am living on Hydrocodone pain pills so anything, sort of, is funny. Helps keep my mind off the pain. Will call dentist Monday. Why do these things happen on weekends?
Really, all these thousands of words wasted on this gun happening is nuts. In Texas, it would be, “Attacked and died.” That, however, takes the racial bit out but it's still what happened.
One can't take, however, millions of blacks, and assign each one the same motivation. Each is an individual and has individual motives for what he/she does.
Say a black (I forgot to mention when I'm on pain pills, I talk a lot so I'm writing a lot), so I'll start over. Say a black attacks a white. Why did he do it? Is the reason, “Because I can?” Is it, “I hate white people.” Is it, “I'm going to rob their money and credit cards.”
A few times when my husband was ill, I had to go to a certain Walgreens to get a medicine because the one across the street from the house, was out of that. That other Walgreens is on a corner about 5 miles away. The street from that Walgreens goes into old town and down from old town is where a group of blacks live. Some black men, likely barely still teen agers (means the age group of baby boy Trayvon), gather in the area just down from the front door. They hang out there all the time, day and night time, for no reason.
I park in my black Jag and have to walk past this bunch of maybe 10 blacks in order to get in the store. I slam my Jag door with determination knowing they are looking at my car, and walk past these dudes into the store. I have the same experience getting back out, stomping past them like they are not there and getting into the car and locking the doors and windows by pushing one button. I hate going to that store and won't do it again unless it's absolutely necessary as it was those times.
I now have my “plastic” car, a tan Hyundai, and no one cares about that car - it's just like every other car these days - an ugly box. Nothing sexy about cars now.
God bless you, Marcella.
I get similar all the time here and I march right past those creepy thugs like I own this city.