Lottery with a bullet

It may have finally come to pass where it is time to monetize the mass shootings in America. It's time to hold a lottery. A pool for when and where the next mass shooting will be.

This is a pool where one can parlay their predictions into millions of potential dollars. The money raised can go to the NRA or to other gun loving lobbying groups

Some suggested categories for people to gamble on may include:

The date
The state
The sex of the shooter (a gimme!)
The race (can be tricky)
Age of the shooter
Did the shooter have a prior conviction of domestic violence
The population of the place where the shooting occurred.
The time of day
How many were killed
The ages of those killed. (youngest, oldest)
Were any of the victims pregnant?
Did any good guys with guns try and stop the shooter
Did the shooter die before being captured?
Did the shooter take his own life?
Was the shooter captured alive?
Was the shooter offered Burger King or other fast food by the police force?
How many wounded?
How many permanently disfigured
How many victims had GoFundMe accounts opened to pay for their medical bills?
How many victims had GoFundMe accounts to pay for their funerals?
How many members of congress posted a tweet that said, "Thoughts and prayers are with the victims."
How many hours it took the president to do the same
Did the president do the same?
How many cable news presenters said it was "Too Soon" to talk about gun control
How many cable news presenters tried to politicize the shooting less than three hours after it happened

As you can see, the possibilities are endless. Why not add your own?

Come on America, put your bullets where your wallet is. Make this happen. Make it great!

Male America loves guns more than people

The hits just keep coming don’t they? A few days ago an irresponsible journalist named Terrence McCoy published this sensationalist click bait disguised as a news story.  The following poem, that I wrote over two years ago is a bit foreshadowing.

Also that idiot stabbed three people in his apartment then drove around as he shot three more. The family lawyer brings up Aspbergers and too many people say “see?” Guy was nuts, hated women and had an extremely false sense of entitlement. Few are saying another man with a gun is a mass murderer. My condolences to all the families who lost loved ones in this tragedy.

Children in Cells

Mr. President, Chairman, Dignitaries.

Your children are one cell division away from being biologically imprisoned for life

They look like you, us,  but cannot speak for themselves;

So we as their parents, advocates and caregivers have to speak for them

While their country is abandoning them, and so many others, behind a layered war jester mask of compassion,

You ladies and gentlemen, claim the country is going bankrupt and we can no longer afford entitlements

Yet, so are these parents whose insurance is not good enough to care for their children

When a bean counter says a five year old child with an eating disorder will not be covered because food is not medically necessary but rubber stamps lap band surgery on a teenager, can’t you see there’s a problem?

Or are you all too occupied with taking profits in weapons and misery to see families fall apart?

This condition is said to effect one in one hundred
One in one hundred and fifty
Proportion does not matter when they will add up to millions.

These children will not be locked up in attics any longer

You will see them at tables in restaurants you frequent

You will sit next to them in coffee shops and artisan ice cream parlors

You will not be able to placate them with incompetent ventriloquist promises as empty as your soul

You have closed the institutions you once locked them in

You have eliminated funding for safe group homes for them to live

You will not be able to put them in jail unless you manufacture crimes of the innocent, and I am not putting it past you that you will try

It hurts to love, when what is damaged, is yours.

What you helped create, what you will not see to completion before you die - when the land he belongs to will not assist as his hand is stretched, hoping for some help

Receiving nothing but a platitude and talking point by another deceiver

At night before you sleep, you will hear all their babbling whispers

They will be telling you they’re growing up

Autistic toddlers turn into autistic teenagers turn into autistic adults

There will be multitudes of them waking you

At dawn, you will hear their cries for understanding and acceptance

Before you dream you will get on your eggshell knees, grateful you are not their parent

When you are awake, you will ignore them all

When you leave your tinted window enclave, you will be run over by a steamroller of the silent, 

Just because your victims cannot pick you out of a lineup, does not make you any less a criminal

Even then you will remain ignorant of all the mistakes you continue to make