Category Archives: gun control

A dozen die in a shooting at Virginia Beach. Time to reach for the tissues and the cliches again.

That Same Old Familiar Feeling.

Sweet Jesus, just as one gun-nut falls, another fills the breech;
They’re sending their heart-felt condolences to Virginia Beach
Where yet another gun-totin’ disgruntled worker went ballistic,
God, aren’t these constant thoughts ‘n’ prayers sounding ritualistic?

 

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Texas, a law unto itself; guns, religion, rights, and an Attorney General who makes you get down on your knees and ask ‘Why, in the name of all that’s Holy, why?’

The Arms Of Jesus.

You don’t want to mess with the Lone Star state,
They don’t believe in listening to illiberal debate,
They have faith in a President and God being great,
They stick to their guns, say their piece- and shoot straight

There, their view on life is conservative,
There a God-fearing life you better live,
Where if, for public office you hope to stand
You have to have an NRA permit in your hot hand.

Now, they have an Attorney General, name o’ Ken,
Once a highfalutin lawyer a pric– prince amongst men,
He swears by commandments delivered way back when
Though in Texas ‘Thou shalt not kill’ scrapes in at number ten.

Now good ol’ Ken wants to bring guns into church-
Be like good ol’ times, back at the good ol’ John Birch-
There’s nothing like feeling ones faith being bolstered
Than a pistol pressed to your heart, shoulder holstered.

Soon at church you can sing to Him, do the Mass,
Hope like hell the hymn don’t strain the stained glass,
There, while others pray you must just let the sermon pass,
On alert for an armed invader intruding, ready to cap his ass.

But Kens legislation isn’t the blessing that it seems,
Taking arms into Gods house is taking it to extremes,
Has Ken miss-heard His word, or skipped the Lesson?
Or is he knee deep in the service of Smith and Wesson?

Forty-nine people- people, not numbers, but people – dead in a mosque shooting in NZ and an Aussie raving loony politician has the answer! It’s all due to those migrants ?! Back under your rock, Fraser Anning.

Too Right, Cobber.

Thank you for your deep thoughts, Fraser Anning,
No thanks, for the Right wing flames you’re fanning,
He condemns all violence, yet his dry eye darkly gleams,
For him it’s only the Right who can be left to go to extremes.

He’s saddened by Mosque shootings but
It’s not time to keep his diplomatic gob shut,
He’ll illuminate us of what we’ve been blind to;
Words Fraser has long had half a mind to.

First his ‘final solution’ speech brought screeches of indignation
From even Pauline Hanson and her all-inclusive One Nation,
But stating the victims of a Mosque shooting are to blame
Guarantees Fraser strolls straight into the Hall of Shame.

 

Death and destruction comes to quiet little Christchurch. In peaceful New Zealand! Far far too close to home.

World Wide Web.

Out in our quiet corner in the South Pacific
In our far-flung little slice of paradise,
Where life is so slow and sleepy and soporific
It seems our dozing has come at a heavy price.

Here, war and strife happens in far off lands,
But the warlike world has intruded today,
And all we can do is throw up our hands
And wish the bloody world would go away.

Another enlightening and frightening week in ‘Merica. Pipe bombs sent to Democrats? Well, that’s just ‘bomb stuff.’ But then comes something for Don to get all Righteous about.

Siege Mentality.

Wake up USA, to today’s latest shoot-em-up,
In Pittsburgh another racist nut goes to town,
Donald looks up from his mornings bitter cup
And prepares to man up and double down.

It’s time for the President to assuage the pain,
What pearls will fall from the GreaT mans lip?
Let’s recycle them ol’ ‘thoughts’n’prayers again?
Now he can spit ’em out emptily at quite a clip.

Yes, today Don knows where to place the blame,
No saying ‘good people on both sides’ this time,
Now (though some Alt Rights won’t feel the same)
Shooting up a synagogue is a horrible hate crime.

Another mad day at work. Sometimes and some days you wish you could be well shot of this sort of ….

Twenty-Four Hours, And Counting.

Three mass shootings in one day-
It’s just another day in the USA.

A mere five hospitalized in Syracuse?
That damp squib scarcely made the news.

Five injured in Middleton plus one dead perp-
Thank God he didn’t channel Wyatt Earp.

Four gone to glory in Maryland,
Unusually by a maids not-so-fair hand.

Yet another disgruntled employee with a gun
Hell-bent on making her last day a memorable one.

Living in the gun-tottin’ Land of the Free is GREAT;
The worry is surviving the workday without winding up late.

Three mass shootings in one day-
Sadly, just another day in the USA.

Two fine Tampa citizens start callin’ each other names on Facebook and the war of words between Brian and Alex gets out of hand. Well, duh, who’d have thunk it? Ain’t it great a handgun is right at hand to smooth over these differences of opinion?

Two Men Of The Highest Calibre.

There’s many points of view in politics,
Left and Right sure produce a toxic mix,
Two protagonists began to write on Facebook
And what an ugly wrong turn that argument took.

First came the finger pointing, then an invitation
To take up fisticuffs and forgo learned conversation;
One overwrought ‘gent’ felt such outrage and distress
To drive his point home he even drove to his foes address!

But he blew his argument to bits, so to speak
By putting a slug clear through his enemy’s cheek,
Haven’t Florida Facebook posts sadly come to a pretty pass
When two hot heads must prove who is the biggest bloody ass?