Category Archives: shooting

Annapolis newspaper the latest in the kaleidoscope of craziness that continues on despite ‘thoughts’n’prayers.’

The Latest Report.

‘Crazy Jarrod is what they all said,
The lies in that f… fake newspaper I read!
This is all theirĀ  fault, they made me see red,
And now all over this paper my story’s spread.’

How my grievances hit the front page,
Jarrod, famous, is standing centre stage,
My word being ignored was the real outrage
So I punctuated my point with a twelve gauge.

Back to my safe secure cell I’m silently led,
There to to contemplate my sins on my single bed,
Oh, to say I’m sane or blame the ‘voices’ in my head?
Option One leaves the NRA legal team in mortal dread.

(This is not meant to be flippant, its more with a sense of weary resignation.)

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Where, oh where, to go in New Jersey when on the look out for a bit of (gun) culture?

Artistic Licence.

Trenton’s lil’ old Arts Fest
Was once up there with the best,
Call me artless, but may I suggest
That’s a claim we should lay to rest?

How passionately artistic argument runs
Amongst Trenton’s high-minded ones,
It seems every mother-loving son’s
Still going at it great great guns.

The locale is different but there’s an eerie familiarity to the news unfolding on the screen. Well, time- again- for ‘thoughts and prayers.’

Long Time A’learning.

Just another day in the USA,
This time the place is Santa Fe,
Theres’s guns, carnage blood and gore,
The same old story, retold once more.

Another kid with no concern for the law,
Don’t care what the Second Amendments for,
Still the NRA say ‘don’t dare take our guns away,’
Just another sad and sorry day in the USA.

Mom shot by her 3 year old daughter in car in Indiana. It kind of leaves one wondering…

Time Out.

At Plato’s Closet, where thrifty bargains abound
Dad shopped while Mom waited in the car with the kid,
Whatever is this heavy metal thing the kid found?
Could it be something silly Daddy should’ve hid?

Dad, your handy handgun shouldn’t be left lying around,
It may lead to a bloody unfortunate accident, God forbid,
Some do argue a gun with Safety onĀ is safe and sound,
But Dad, leaving it on- and loaded- is, put simply, stupid.

When one itchy-fingered but innocent kid let loose a round,
Towards the warm Indiana earth Mom gracelessly slid,
Has a little kid ever taught Dad a lesson more profound?
You bet your ever-lovin’ wife’s life this kid did.