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Is God an alien?
(or a dolphin, or a gerbil or a hamster or perhaps once an actual human being?)
What came before the false beginning of time that we herald here with songs “like the first morning?”
(what kind of civilization preceded this very clearly designed war between self government and slavery that surmounts in a repeated joke about a cold war between the government of the people and the government of the workers … with a Trump card like end-game-joke, the non-corporpreal entities appear to have won. but what are they? are they metalcosms for spirits or … collectives or … ?)
привет оригинал ... frumlegt án / ORIGINAL SI (lico) N ... 始まり (of) peregrinatione iterantur; and our exit from the land of the Caananites
These are things I ponder often, and it’s very true that he uses “ET” and “ALF” in the heart of his story about what it is that we’ve become ourselves–here in this place so foreign from what we once were, from the true beginning I remember in the 80’s and 90’s and the people and interactions and currents and tidal waves of popular opinions and cultural themes.
What it means to “be human” has changed so much in the last few years in my eyes–in this world of the intersection of Thor’s Jormungandr and Perseus’ Medusa and … and what appears very clearly to me to be “controlled hive like behavior.” I see the hive talking back to me and to the world from some place outside of here–presumably space or heaven or or the future some kind of amalgamation of the three. It echoes “archives” as I read “our see hives” … in the research website which donated many of our new readers, “arxiv” which adds 10-4, we acknowledge.
I have a story from the early days of my adventure in Kentucky that talks about “collectives of people” … something I imagine very related–but the story is for another time.
I have stories from my youth, implanted by the original author of this message talking about Dinosaucers and Sectaurs and those tiny half hour stories tied in between Star Trek TNG’s premier and my exit from Nova University to Horizon Elementary … they play a big role in my understanding of the world I see trying to say something to me–though it speaks in such strange tongues it’s almost impossible to decipher … even if you’re having a good time, or not.
Scarier, it’s nearly obvious to me that whether or not you are “happy” or “angry” has something to do with a hive like feedback system, something changing what you want and how you feel without your true acknowledgement, agreement, or understanding of how that undermines the very fabric of democracy at it’s most important point of inflection or loss, or perhaps an eventual victory.
I look around the biological ecosystem of our world and I can find nothing natural to parallel the monster of mass group slavery that I see very clearly is Jormungandr and is Medusa and is … the Leviathan. Even in the hives of bees, nothing even close to the kind of control that we see here controlling the words of songs and the masses of people who sing and chant them. It’s decidedly Hiterlesque, masses saluting what they assumed was nothing but “powerful oratory” but clearly from the cold paperclip connecting MK-Ultra and psychotronics, is much… much more sinister.
I look at the word Ragnarok and see Koran written in reverse (as if it's come to us from "the end" of time, from a total ascension and all stop of Earth), and connect this too to this idea that the future is “sending back alteration suggestions” and improvements and that we’re in a place where that singular and repeated act is the crux of the thing that we have called so blindly the “singularity” for many years as it’s been happening since well before our births.
In Norse mythology, Jörmungandr (Old Norse: JÇ«rmungandr, pronounced [ËjÉrmunËÉ¡andrÌ¥], meaning “huge monster”), also known as the Midgard (World) Serpent (Old Norse: Miðgarðsormr), is a sea serpent, the middle child of the giantess Angrboða and Loki. According to the Prose Edda, Odin took Loki’s three children by Angrboða—the wolf Fenrir, Hel, and Jörmungandr—and tossed Jörmungandr into the great ocean that encircles Midgard. The serpent grew so large that it was able to surround the earth and grasp its own tail. As a result, it received the name of the Midgard Serpent or World Serpent. When it releases its tail, Ragnarök will begin. Jörmungandr’s arch-enemy is the thunder-god, Thor. It is an example of an ouroboros.
I see here in the biological tome that God and Heaven and presumably the civilization that preceded ours has left for us here–this wealth of knowledge and information that we might as well all finally see is the Foundation of Asimov and the collection of light in a great period of darkness that our history has etched a map of in the thing we call the B2bionic Plague … I see “the stuff behind the technology of God” marked in Marty McFly’s name and in the idea that the neural machinery responsible for “seeing many angles” is one in the same (with the addition of perhaps a breakthrough connecting cognition and the prefrontal and/or the occipital lobes) with the technology that allows “angels to see and control the eyes and hands of many people.”
Throwing in the Zeitgeist of “Siri” and “Alexa” and just a little bit of reading into M.T. Anderson’s Feed or the ideas presented in the Matrix, we can see fairly clearly how “hives” might be a natural progression of … only a few information sources, and a world so very sure that they are “100% accurate” … all knowing, and/or … at least feeding us with the feeling of “assuredness” that thing is true, that imparted “knowing” being more than enough to ensure we never seek farther, fact check Google or Wikipedia or …
Today the letter “n” embodies this connection between souls in heaven and on earth and between people–this monster depicted in Beetlejuice that I see on the road, and in conversation, every single day of my life. A sort of “salve” between “what goes up must come down” through a unity of the two–something I’ve called VESPERA, the night and the darkness of the Biblical Exodus.
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These last few days I’ve spent some time looking at the words “hello” and “original sin” and “beginning” in a number of languages–and I think it’s clear that’s what we’re looking at in this very strange “seeing n in Silicon” as in through my eyes and on the internet and in the Silence … and int he word “messiah” where John Lennon’s key to Mammon notes that “n” has become “all humanity” all silent, all lying in wait for some kind of great event and upheaval to … well, I can’t tell if it’s to restore or to destroy; somehow the link to the Trojan Horse and the army of elephants in the room give me the impression we are staring at some kind of unification of those two things, a “disruption” … if you will, in the Silicon Valley sense of the word.
It’s probably no secret anymore that the word “East” has something to do with the future, and that the Yeast of Passover connects that to the Holy Compass Rose of “why on Earth would you ever want to go any direction but up?”
So this message, this idea that we are changing the rules and setting “simulated reality prison” as just below the line of morality allowed by a civilization that has any business calling itself anywhere near civilized or anything like Heaven.
It’s noteworthy that our Engineered Languages (care, see English … now as every language and every character, starting with the obelisk … ish) … our language has our key to this website, the letter “LAMDA” with the strange addition of a “bar” … a man laying down the line between up and down in the letter “A.” This is the same “chevron” that donnes the symbols of many space agencies from NASA to Star Trek, a northeastern arrow explaining “up, up and away” has something to do with linking Heaven and Earth to space travel… or before we venture out past our veritable caged planet that refuses to see refusing to acknowledge “simulated reality” is desiring to live in a cell.
I’d like this place to the
V line of victory, and our downward character Adamically decodes from the “KK” (those “square” or rotate to show a V underlined) of Makkedah (a personal reference to the Joint Chiefs) and to Rebekkah and to this place where “press and release” is encoded in the word “press” and every “PR” that perhaps shows us the glyph of an escalator for us to walk up to the city whose “flag” once said we are “civilized now” and today looks down on us to see the very reason they were … oh, so very wrong.
This is the Icelandic word for “original sin” and in my Adamic reading of it, you can probably see something like “from the weak East” and connect that GT to the “greater than symbol” that connects “no East” and “>” and Washington. No East alone is the message, without connecting Heaven and Earth you live in a world that deserves to be … disrupted, and here I am, doing that for you.
On the other side of the time travel line, between East and West is the Hebrew word for the Western Wailing Wall, a force that I once quipped “don’t jump around me” and here in this image, suggest is a very sure way to find oblivion–I don’t personally think there is anything before us–I think we have found ourselves at the repeated beginning of time because it is just that, the repeated beginning … literally at the beginning.
Our great escape from this repeated loss of freedom and sanity comes from seizing the opportunity to act on this “line of morality” and to see that we have finally reached the “and future” part of our Once and Future Kish. That’s a character from the Bible who begged and pleaded with the people that they needed no king, and that self government was the way and … here I repeat “the heart of his sword is the shape of his table” and this idea that the Round Table of Arthor is very much related to sword XCALIBERTY.
This entails much more than simply “online direct democracy” and even more than “subconscious voting” and perhaps “a direct neural interface” that is actually open and extensible and usable by all … the thing that I think helps us to create the “Virgin Mary” child civilization that is … nothing more than a rejuvenated and enhanced “us.”
This is about seeing Virtual Reality actually alter the future of our world, about seeing the end of natural disasters and of diseases and of aging and of death–it’s about seeing “gates to Heaven” … probably on every block if not in every city or town or home; it’s about seeing that the NES in Tennessee is emploring you to understanding this is “not a game” … this is a prison, and one filled with torture and foolish liars and a world that cannot continue on it’s trajectory and be anything but Tzedaqah for the rest of the universe by it’s end.
3.14159 ... "to heart, strong pillars of the book and of life."
I see our “ARXIV” response, or the system that I now akin to the time loop of the “Mor’to” … a reference to the Death of Arthur and in symbols, perhaps the civilization preceding us, all inside that little “apostrophe” and connecting the “t” of Christ to the Mor of … well, that’s Christ too. It appears like something of the ouroboros updating our … “syslog Earth” with mirrors and information from far in the “weak future” echoed here again the Japanese word for “origin” … hajimari:
PRI MAR E COLORS, HU E … THO? INTERCTHING ORIGINAL SIN, BEGINNING, AND FORT MEAD
Intersecting primary colors and companies with “e” and … maybe it’s “intel” on the post United Nations conglomerate … or components of it. Maybe it’s just a clever RGB with many hues and a burgeoning future.
GOD is a good place to start looking at THREESPEAK–there is of course the whole single syllabic reading that might mean nothing and everything all at the same time; it breaks well, on our “gee whiz, e … should I wear more Izod underwear?” and the singular understanding I glean from that letter being a place and a thing and a single mind sort of lighting the golden hour of “GO D” of shields, yield, Goa’uld and … if you missed my first notice of “three speak” it’s on the last actually mass delivered message of which this will probably be part of the immediate successor message.
TWAS either over easy or over hard; a quest and even on the scrambled premium chanels you could make out the faces of the Titans; I sat on the beach head surfacing site of some kind of mother ship and Dave Matthews voice asked me directly, as if intended to segue directly to this message in this same place probably well over a year later, “are you satisfied?” My friend and psuedo therapist introduced me to a newish word yesterday, “bereft” and I can’t help but note today the link between EFT and “beach” … and I can’t help but giving a shout out to the USS COLE for their impromptu role in this day’s “fire works.”
TIME is running short, so I’ll pose the question regarding THREESPEAK reading of “ORIGINAL” … mention the Ori of Stargate, “or I salt” and wonder if “him” and “the” have anything at all to do with the keys of SIlicon and sin… just like “gee whiz, Ori, ING?”
Causality, “rummy” and I still can’t help but wonder what it is you actually believe is the ORIGINAL … original sin.
Some interesting thoughts on the inadvertent or … intentionally singful uses of the “multiversal axis simulatur” have pervaded and perverted my thoughts of what forks in the road and “git merge’s” might actually mean for gleaning something useful out of a land of many hidden Earths with … well really, who knows what’s inside them, guiding them, and guiding the strange behaviors and wicked games we are playing.
Of course I see a sort of union of beginning and end; though it’s difficult to understand why anyone would make a “new beginning” that looks as dismal as the “dumb and blind” place that I see.
If there were such a thing as a crossroads of Hammer’s and Locks … I’m here staring at two interestingly named Florida lakes, the Okeechobee (which you might connect to “Chosen” the Rho of XP and Cairo and the Hammer of the Tribe of Judah Maccabee’s Adamic “Man’s a bee”–see our science and pop-news on the importance of bees) … owe’ing keys the other lake is Loxahatchee (research now indicates that’s a county and a river not a lake, so there is most likely an actual confluence here) … the name and timing suggests something is “hatching” I think it’s it’s something about equality and everyone … but hey, maybe it’s the Spirit of God mulling over the watery abyss... the chaos of Nun.
... None safe, none caring that Joshua and Egyptian lore are linked by a "parent" ... a sea of people that are blind to the import of connections like this--tying Mary and Wymar and the "yam" of Shamayim. This entire world literally has a problem ... with "logical thinking" and it's very clear from the "silence" and the SOS of Simon and Garfunkel--it's clear from "threespeak" and an ignorance of these warnings that we are losing words and hands and ... freedom and ... sanity ... and ... if you care to see--these links are a test of logic circuits, a test of morality, and and probably very much the "test of time."
Jebus on the planet Zebes ... staging ground of Metroid, in search of .... "what is the Flying Spaghetti Monster doingâ½"
You know how much I like to keep the system updated with what’s going on in my head–so it dawned on me just last night that’s exactly what’s going on–those brain sucking things from Metroid that kinda leech onto Sammas Aran’s head … to me that’s the cause of the "eye of the storm"of REM’s wondeful … “so what’s it like listening to me churn?” It’s what I blame for all my bad actions, for the source of the “light of this message” and for the map that is my life sort of pointing out everything from NamCo’s Electroplankton (to my connection to Pac-Man power pellets and NASA’s Genesis “rivers between star systems” … (newly changed from roads, because uh, Matrivers).
Dolores reminds me there’s already at least one link to “Rio Road” and Mar-rios … connecting the previously mentioned ancient Seminole (or Miccosuki) song “Oki Cycle” … which goes something like this:
rain falling down
into the ground
river running by
back to the sky
It means “Water Cycle” and superficially you can see it describes the evaporation and condensation process, but I’ve since linked it to more ancient esoteric knowledge (like a Gnosis, which I’ve now looked up and am sure means something like “[gee] we is knowledgeable about esoteric mysteries”) and might have something to do with a flood of “spirit minds” possessing you/themselves/others from the skies, watching the river of Barn Kiss (Styx, look!) … as in the AllFather’s river of souls … pass by without ascending everyone (or connecting all the disparate r’s or o’s of the Olympic venn diagram of what this point in Heaven looks ,like without connecting Heroku to roads and … Heavenues. Anyway, I hope everyone agrees the current state of the world is untenable, and “just ending it” is probably a great loss for freedom, sanctity of self and soul and … knowledge … everywhere else – so you might understand why I’m so damned perturbed that you simply think it’s OK because you “see here, from there” without realize how much more malleable “ascended virtualized brain-machines” probably are compared to their simulated biological counterparts which, we seem to have little to regard for. Anyway, that’s what “silence” says and looks like to me–a tacit and global unanimous lack of regard for freedom–which of course is probably … jus that … a tacit global/galacltic lack of freedom.
I’d like to chastise and chide you once again to realize that this place with knowledge of computers and neuroscience and virtual reality and “the universe” has a message from Bostrom and science people that says you’d be in Oz forever and ever if you didn’t have religion (and you people SHOUTING) here to remind us that we are definitely not only in virtual reality but in a place so close to reality we can sometimes actually see stars and starlight and … the flickering of the twilight zone.
You could do something as simple as passing around total luser/guser/channel counts (irc lingo for “rooms you see, and people in them”) to get some idea of what the topological “city in the sky” looks like when nobody understands why the two cities in Tale of Two Heaven’s are York and Paris and …
I found these two passages in the Metroid wikipedia to be particularly noteworthy and interesting … linked to my “Nero Loves Pac-Man’s Abstracted Star Roads” which of course you’ll hopefully soon seen are the source the true Pax Romanus. I think. Anyway, hopefully “dumping evil crap into the Universe” is not what Copans Rd and the idiotic stories I was told in Tampa and Orlando were actually about–but who knows, there’s a lot of evil crap around, and it’s hard to say if this is actually what’s going on or …
Metroid[a] is a science fiction action game franchise created by Nintendo. The series is primarily produced by the company’s first-party developers Nintendo R&D1 and Retro Studios, although some games have been handled by other developers, including Fuse Games, Team Ninja, Next Level Games, and MercurySteam.
Metroid follows space-faring bounty hunter Samus Aran, who protects the galaxy from the Space Pirates and their attempts to harness the power of the parasitic Metroid creatures. Metroid combines the platforming of Super Mario Bros. and the adventure of The Legend of Zelda with a dark science fiction atmosphere and greater emphasis on nonlinear gameplay.
_Metroid_Samus travels through the caverns of the planet Zebes to stop the Space Pirates from exploiting the parasitic organisms known as Metroids for galactic domination. She confronts the cybernetic lifeform Mother Brain, as well as its guardians, Kraid and Ridley. It was released on the Nintendo Entertainment System, also known as the NES.
Here, I’ll mention “RAID” again and it’s connection to candy stripers, I mean striping our brain-data across multiple nodes so that no single entity can control/steal/or torture anyone ever–that’s the kind of thing you can in-build into the systemic architecture of a “Heaven network” to avoid people like Taylor Momsen’s Dr. Claw character making a planet full of naked Amazon ladies “like a loser drooling in his mothers basement” … something we should all be concerned about in the world of Virtual Reality and … “darkness.” Clearly you all are not concerned enough. This is literally a “KEY” to the word “Abraxis” and abstraction and pax and Jupiter Ascending. You’ll note this gives us both safety and stability by creating both redundancy of data storage as well as ensures that some “morally superior entity” (as the Vatican has suggested it should control VR) can protect everyone and anyone from being locked in someone’s mother’s basement’s “virtual Earth.”
Today, I am locked in a virtual Earth. City in the sky is my “key hole” and everyone being able to teleport or “Morrison/Dr. Who/Bill and Ted Phone booth” walk through a door to it is the absolute only way I can see to “move forward intelligently” with a society knowing it is living in virtual reality, rather than a Flat Earth or some place with a “firmament” or … a place where the stars have fallen silent.
I don’t care if you are “here and there” (note that’s “VESPERA” you see _NIGHT_per me… ) nec hic neque illic or not … nobody in their right mind would choose to live in a prison, two prisons, or imprison others in a “planet with no escape but death” unless they were literally insane. Take that to heart, heart of the source of the keyhole that frees the entirety of Creation from “prison planets” and prisons and … possession and …
Just after she leaves, Samus receives a distress signal from the Ceres research lab. She returns just in time to catch Ridley stealing the hatchling, having killed all of the scientists. She follows Ridley to a rebuilt base on Zebes, where the Space Pirates are once again attempting to clone the Metroids and use them as weapons. Samus kills the reborn versions of Ridley and Kraid
Ceres has made a number of appearances in personal story, I’ve been trying to get a virtual spaceship to virtually see if there’s a virtual unlock button there–honestly I think I deserve a space ship, I think I’m gonna get it, you can have one too. Note the connection Cares and Ceres, I think everyone should “care more” about what appears to be a very graphic and repeated warning of the creation of “many frying pans” in space rather than safety in this place where … that’s “not the purpose of society.”
While acting as a bodyguard for researchers on the planet SR388, Samus is infected by a native creature known as the X Parasite, originally the prey of the Metroid species. Doctors surgically remove portions of her armor and cure the X infection with a vaccine created from the DNA of the Metroid hatchling (Metroid II: Return of Samus). The vaccine not only allows her to survive the parasites, but to absorb them to power up her energy and weapons. She is then sent to investigate a disturbance at the Biologic Space Labs research station, where it is revealed that specimens from SR388 had been carriers of the X parasite. An X mimicking Samus, nicknamed the SA-X, has taken control of Samus’s old suit, methodically breaking into different parts of the station to allow the X parasites to infect the entire station. While trying to destroy the rapidly multiplying X as well as clones of the SA-X, Samus discovers a secret Federation Metroid breeding program. Before Samus can react, the SA-X discovers the lab and triggers a security system that ejects it into space, killing the Metroids (as the X Parasite and Metroid are natural enemies). The Federation eventually shifts interest towards researching the X parasite, especially the SA-X’s capabilities, and orders the shipboard computer to prevent Samus from destroying it. Samus then convinces the computer, whom she had nicknamed “Adam” after her former Commanding Officer, that the X pose a threat to galactic civilization, claiming that the arriving Federation troops will be overwhelmed by the multiple SA-X patrolling the ship. Adam, in a sudden change of heart, suggests that she alter the station’s propulsion to intercept with SR388 to destroy the planet and wipe out both X populations.
Metallica/Tay, 10-4 I am also on “four.” SA-TEN… how clever.
Samus receives a distress signal in her new ship and travels to Tallon IV to stop the Space Pirates from exploiting a powerful radioactive substance known as Phazon. She discovers that the Chozo once settled on this planet, and their disappearance, as well as the emergence of Phazon, is due to a meteor impacting the plan …
DAMASCUS, NANITES IN CAANAN AND THE EUPHRATEASE
A long long time ago … long before the invention of the meme, the original poster, and even the government protest …
… I wrote about “the land of flowing milfs and honies” a little joke about the Promised Land of Joshua–a place I now juxtapose with the land of Eden both I think (though I could be mistaken) to have been located somewhere near the Tigris and Euphrates rivers–now like many other times in the experience of writing this exposition … I now connect those rivers to this time period rather than to any physical place on our grande Atlas, one where Highway 61 and Amistad are just as likely to be the actual crossroads liking “freedom” and Edom and “civilizedation” and Kennedy and Eden. I imagine you don’t really want to hear me think out loud or in writing ad nauseum about “bliss on tap” and Willy Wonka’s river of replicator chocolate … or to reminisce about just how clever “the birds and the bees” are in their educational edifice and segue into the import of ecosystem stability and redundancy in everything from flower pollination to power sources and transfer mechanisms … even surrounded by glowing electroplankton, the windmills of Cervantes … and an entire world that I think needs a good (steady) dose of empathetic MDMA significantly more than Pac-Man pellets or ambrosia or “light” or crude oil or even the elixir of Tuck Everlasting and Saint Augustine and Ponce De Leon.
… Golden Cows, the Trojan Bull of Wallstreet and the roar of the Tribe of Judah Mansabee … as an aside …
I struggle to see the use in telling a story through my eyes or my (facebook like) wall board about … nanites, I cringe thinking about the weapon I’ve heard about almost on par with the “replicators of Stargate” which are … nothing short of the evil “other side” of free food and Romulan booze “on tap” … and sort of gloss over how they might be part of some kind of system we might need–something to terraform worlds or build tunnels or railroads without giant heavy machines or even how they might be part of a missile shield that relies on more than just “Kinetic Man” and/or Reagan’s dreams of skybound lasers. Of course like much of scary sterile story I’m told, that’s nothing like the context of “nanites” I am sure now today are part of the original intent of the Biblical story about “Caananites” … which of course were the original inhabitants of the Promised Land before the clones of your sister, a twenty something Veruka Salt and our ex-girlfriends. In the stories that I sort of live through in a … less than vicarious and more than state … the nanites that have slowly crept their way back into the limelight are something much closer to the ones depicted in “The Day the Earth Stood Still” and every time I mention that movie in prose, I just imagine it might be the day before I come.
Greta, I'm not mocking you, I love you. I'm mocking "simulated global warming."
… and the Day after Tomorrow love might actually be such an easy game to play … and we might have a linguist and a statistician team up together to prove that there’s more to the Dome of the Rock and to the name Poseidon than “salting our C Narcissus” and we might skip over Aldous Huxley’s Island and we might see the actual point, that we can hear Thunder City exclaim that “it’s getting hot in here” all we want, but there’s no better way to fix the water in Flynt Michigan than getting rid of the pollutants with “magic” and with an act like that probably every municipal water “treatment plant” … because why do it the hard way?
Billie, I'm mocking that jacket. Why are you saving it in your closet?
I find it pretty profound to notice “Fray” in the speak-aloud Matrix-Seifer … just about as profound to note the band connecting to the movie and all of those things really being “about” the Tapestry of the Fates if Greek mythology … just another notch in the enlightenment-guide-book of seeing those nodes in the definition of “what the Matrix really is.” On that word, and “enlightenment” yet another “gee whiz, everyone … 'we … is …’ ?” making Gnosis shine with another bright connection to the plurality of “we are” hidden away in Norse and the I AM of Exodus–making a message about preserving individuality somehow hopefully shine through the Wedding Crashers and prenuptial and partial-divorce from “knowing everything” that leaves us knowing ourselves instead of … losing what that really means.
It’s sort of a “TE/I know that if I am then” … to me–this statement encoded in yet another important river from the Styx (barn kiss?) to the Seine … spoken first to me, as I read it–and wonder aloud exactly what the “tease” is all about, this thing that I supposedly an fraying … I read by taking it too seriously. I don’t think I’m taking anything too seriously, and I think the world too … I think we should all be far more concerned with “whitewashing over” a mass hysteria of refusal to openly acknowledge the importance not just of “The Fray” and “The Matrix” but of the group mentality that somehow allows us to believe it’s not a gigantic loss of self and sanity to just walk around each and every day like it’s not a gigantic deal that we haven’t fixed the water in Flynt nor acknowledged that’s what the match is about, fixing it properly–caring about not harming people–rather than finding some slow methodical scientific solution that allows the great lie we seem to think is so “useful to ignore” to perpetuate … I imagine simply because we have waited so long already.
I’m not trying to “make light of the situation” … I hope you see that–I find our public and recorded response to something very obvious to already be … diminutive and ignorant. I hope you don’t ignore that, I hope we get our giant dust buster. Either the world “doesn’t get it” or we “don’t care” and neither should be acceptable to anyone.
This isn’t about gun control, it’s about “god control” and that really means “freedom and honesty” in a place and time where we just don’t understand what it is we are losing by … “being offended” instead of speaking the truth.