“Color Crude Me…Two?”

(June 11, 2019)

Color Crude Me…two?

“Pulse” leftovers miffed “Heart Fest”

got a higher dead-count?

*(Fifty Million Bucks for a Big-Deal Shrine to killed by Islamist (who had no known connection with hate-gay movement) who wanted a safe place to kill Americans and the tragedy turns travesty. Because it mostly was a gay nightclub the owner invented to honor her that-way relative the 49 dead in Orlando – until I Heart Music Massacre in Lost Wages, Nevada took the title away, was a gold mine in the boss-lady’s eye when she first proposed to sell the building for a museum/memorial to those killed. All other such privately funded and built shootings-memorials in America range in build-costs from $30,000 to $1 million. Fifty Million Simeoleans – and gloryhound our U.S. Congresscritter Steph (never met a cause too crappy if it promotes her possible re-election in a formerly GOP seat one-time went to turn out dubious former useful – but always out for himself first, too, (“I’ll work with anyone, Corrine Brown, even,”) John Mica, when it gets introduced to Congress as a National Shrine bill. Money involved? Wanna bet not? But, shrine to what – or rather, whom? Certainly not to the victims. But with $14+ million already raised locally, there’s a big enough pot to get the top-feeders into the action along with the usual crew of bottom-feeding louts who see all them bucks going to waste for a buncha dead limp-wristers. And, of course, the grieving owner. Wonder how deep her held-out hand has grown? Will she make ‘commodations with Steph-The -BeggarLady? Wonder if a monument to killing gays will encourage someone else to try to break the bank with another idiotic record? Wonder if they build it and no one – really – comes? Whyn’t invest the loot in further anti-violence, anti-bullying or…I get it! HIV and STD research from that horribly-named One Pulse Foundation?)

“A Salt-N-Peppa Weapon?”

(June 11, 2019)

if a thrown spoon hit

your eye – an assault weapon

what about pepper*

*(Florida facing another constitutional amendment question trying to fill up our ballot – this keeps up we could challenge the 700-or-so ‘mendments drowning Louisiana’s writ. I keep getting exercised over idiots Terminologizing, and anyway: IT’S NOT THE ASSAULT WEAPON! IT’S THE WEILDER! Pardon the shouting. I know a nice fork some might consider an assault weapon in bad hands. Ask my older brother Glenn. He plunged it in my thigh at lunch one fine Summer’s day when I informed him my bike was off-limits to poachers as I was taking it to the Navy base in Sanford, to go swimming. I picked the fork outta my leg, licked it, finished my tunafish salad sandwich, potato salad and cole slaw – Glenn still had a third sammich coming as Mom beamed at her devouring herd and witnessed not the assault and Storm was well done and out of collateral’s way by then. I got the two-foot angle iron and clobbered Glenn as he came out to but the kaybosh on my glee at thwarting his oh-so-proper call of “eldest rules.” Fun times. What we did with – and to – each other pretty much immunized us all from outside bullies. Luckily, this time, no assault pepper was used in the production of this tale.)