...this song has been running through my brain on a continuous loop for a couple weeks now and i felt compelled to put it here after i heard the story i'm about to relate...
...a few days ago in Gaza, amidst the horrors and privations of armed conflict, a twenty year old mother was able to secure food for her ten-month old baby after days of going without...as she was preparing the food, an Israeli airstrike took place and destroyed their home...the life of that tiny, innocent human being was snuffed out by high explosives easier than one blows out a candle...the mother survived and what she said tore out my heart and will stick with me for the rest of my days...she said what hurts most is knowing that her baby died hungry...all because we disagree on the name of the Supreme Being...a Supreme Being that apparently could give a flying fuck about ten month old babies in war zones...
know religion, know war
no religion, no war...
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Its all so very sad........ going to bed now with tears....
but fank you for reminding me of this disgusting part of human life......
nite, sleep safe....
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Human beings. The "highest intellectual species". My. Fat. Ass.
Sick and fucked up beyond repair.
Well, I dont think I, and many others are sick and fucked up beyond repair, if I thought I was unrepairable then there would be no sense in continuing to live....
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No no. Not you Marmy... not many, the "situation".
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**Phew** removing the noose from around me neck and climbing down from this tree, putting all the sharp knives back in the drawer and emptying the bath of water and carefully removing the electric fire that is balanced on the side of the bath.....
((((((Pixie))))))) the situation well and truelly is fucked up....
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yes..."situations" can put otherwise peaceful folks into a completely different state of mind...i fear that if i were a Palestinian (or Native American for that matter), i might just have turned out to be a "terrorist" too...one mans terrorist is another mans freedom fighter...
I went shopping with Bean today, for stuff for her new room. She chose the colors before she went to her father's for Xmas. I painted her walls (Ox Blue / Dutch Boy Paint) and bought the bedding and her computer desk she requested. Today we got a stroller for her baby doll (named Bella)... went to the dollar store and got some preemie diapers and receiving blankets for Bella... we came home and finished her room, put Bella in her stroller and took her for a walk... Bean stopping now and then to make sure the blanket was tucked securely around her doll.
All this while the Sheriff's department is in possession of a cell phone containing photographs of her "privates". While the Sheriff's department investigates the welfare of the 12 year old across the street for "sex crimes"... for taking photos of my child... and herself... and sending them to God know's who.
For a minute in Wal-mart, watching Bean decide between fruit or pudding for her baby doll... for a minute while watching her tenderly tuck her baby in... I forgot that my child has possibly been exploited or hurt in some way that I cannot repair or teach her to unlearn.
For a minute I forgot that she might be interviewed by scary big people and made embarrassed by their "gutter minds" and had her naive actions turned into some kind of sick and premeditated twisted motive.
For a minute, I wasn't afraid.
But just for a minute.
God.
Help.
Us.
...and yes, Punkin'... in light of what we are going through, I might be a homicidal maniac.
...such weird times we are traveling through...it used to be a simple game of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours" was almost a rite of passage when growing up...it's just that we didn't have the means to transmit it too the entire planet...hell's bells, some twenty years or so ago a friend of mine was out in his back yard and heard a giggling commotion coming from his 5 year old son's tree house...he stuck his head up through the hatch and there was Billy, stark naked...with five equally as naked 5 year old girls...of course, my friend Fred asked in a concerned fatherly way "what the hell's going on up here?"...Billy, ever the cool customer rolled his eyes and and said "it's the Naked Club, Dad!"...like Fred was supposed to know that already...the point being that today, there probably would have been some sort of serious ramifications, but all the parents involved sort of laughed it off as the youthful larking that it was...nowadays, with all the cyber-pervos, it's a whole new world...
Regarding Israel, Gaza, privates being made unprivate... I just don't know what to say.
I just don't know what to say.
I remember me lads running around the garden naked as the day they were born.... cant imagine any parent does that nowadays....
I did get home once with 7 wet to the skin nippers from the school pick up, non had change of clothes and it was to be 2 hours at least before parents came, so I told them all to strip down to their underwear so I could shove there stuff in the tumble drier..... the oldest was 8 the youngest 5...... there is NO WAY as a caring adult I could of let them sit in soaking trousers and jumpers and shirts for 2 hours....
They were laffing and giggling and we found big snuggly blankets and put a film on the tellly and waited for the clothese to dry....
I explained to the parents this is what I had done and they were all in agreement with me, and trust me wholeheartedly with their kids so no problems, but I know of others who would of let the kids sit in wet clothes just incase something backfired.....
oh well, such is life.......
((((Pixie)))) Im so sorry you are having to go through all this.... :(
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ps........ I have/had these nippers since they was babies so they are just part and parcel of me family and they treat this place like a second home....
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