Let me start these next two or three posts by stating that I do not own a gun, I am a Democrat, I am not racist and I have not posted diatribes against others that were and are innocent. Dylan Roof has done this; so too has his mentors and handlers, for which there are many. Yet, Dylan Roof is only a symptom of a larger issue at hand in this world, one I have been noticing for quite some time.
I am speaking about the ongoing and widespread despair we are all seeing in our lives today. Perhaps despair and heartbreak have always been at the forefront of our lives; yet it now seems more obvious than ever and more open to any person that sees it. Let me give you an idea of this desperation foisted upon younger people today.
A 22-23 year old may have just graduated from one of the most prestigious private universities in the United States, or even went overseas to study and obtain a degree. Post-graduate studies could be on the horizon for that person. However, that young person has now accumulated hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loan debt; not to mention forking over tens of thousands of dollars for room and board and other expenses. Financially, that person is now flat broke. In the immediate aftermath, this person will need to seek employment that would fit right in with that major and/or minor which was studied. Yet, no jobs are being offered; perhaps certain interests do not need to hire or will pay cheaper wages to other more dependent workers. Depending on where this person is living; the only job available is likely to be one that pays little and has no real value (e.g., licking envelopes). So now this person is stuck in a dead end job with a dead end future in a dead end town needing to support a dead end family.
It is then that a thought comes into the heads of these people in dire straits. That would be to die and/or have others die. Because you see, this ever changing world in which we live in will invariably become unbearable to many people, particularly those in a depressed state. When it appears nothing is changing, and it is the same shit yet a different flavor; anybody would want a way out. The biggest indication of this desperation I have found is when other people and living creatures pass away that mattered to the lives of so many on a personal and otherwise basis. Here is something rather sobering. What do these people of note have in common?
Gov. Mario Cuomo
Sen. Edward Brooke
Rod Taylor
The Editorial Leadership at Charlie Hebdo
Andrae Crouch
Anita Ekberg
Edgar Froese
Sen. Wendell H. Ford
Ernie Banks
Demis Roussos
Colleen McCullough
Sir Martin Gilbert
Louis Jourdan
Philip Levine
Lesley Gore
Clark Terry
Leonard Nimoy
Boris Nemtsov
Anthony Mason
Edward Cardinal Egan
Sam Simon
Sir Terry Pratchett
Al Rosen
Mike Pocaro
Andy Fraser
Alberta Watson
MP Lee Kuan Yew
James Best
Geoffrey Lewis
Gunter Grass
Percy Sledge
Sen. Robert P. Griffin
Jayne Meadows
Ben E. King
Grace Lee Whitney
B.B. King
Dr. John Forbes Nash Jr.
Anne Meara
Betsy Palmer
Beau Biden
MP Charles Kennedy
Sir Christopher Lee
James Last
Ron Moody
Ornette Coleman
"The American Dream"; Dusty Rhodes
Kirk Kerkorian
James Horner
These people passed away this year; and we are not even finished with June yet. As we grow older, more and more of those we grew up with and even had a personal connection with seem to pass on to the unknown. Left to continue are us who are living, of course. Yet for some, it feels like an end has come. And with that end, a sense of longing for the past in some form or another occurs: usually involving childhood innocence and a rose-colored glasses memory that may have been true yet perhaps not.
I can certainly understand the feelings at times. Last year, one of our pet dogs, Doogie, passed away at 14 years old. I can certainly tell you now that there have been days and nights, though not frequent, that I think about Doogie and feel a sense of emptiness if only for a brief while. Yet, this is where people differ. For myself and my family, we simply move forward and await the next day; knowing full well that we have our health and our commitments to ourselves and others. There are however many that do not respond in kind.
The worst sort of feelings can be amplified when there is a gun involved. I firmly believe that when a person is holding a gun in their hands, the gun becomes sentient. No different than what happens to James Woods' hand by the end of Videodrome.
Quite scary, is it not? And that is just the transformation sequence!
None the less, it is much more saner to be without a gun than it is to have one. Let me put it this way; if during the midst of a divorce between two people, an argument occurs and there is a gun in the room: does it not seem obvious that it will be used to end the argument permanently? I say this because it has and continues to happen. Just two days ago, Milwaukee Brewers baseball star Darryl Hamilton was killed by his girlfriend in what is deemed to be a murder-suicide over a petty squabble. Had the gun not been in the room, both of them would still be alive today; and perhaps less inclined to turn violent. More notably, the lives of their families and their children are now forever altered and forever ruined. For anyone that has recently seen the newest Disney-Pixar movie Inside Out, all core emotions have now been permanently replaced by an idea to continue the cycle by leaving this life in some form or other.
Hard to believe, yet there are more guns in the United States than there are people living here. There are more gun manufacturers than there are community service organizations in the United States. One can discuss many other issues that relate to these shootings. SSRIs, economic mistreatment, family issues, mental health treatment, employment and the like are all matters to be discussed. However, those matters need to wait until two important matters are needed to be attended to.
1. Banning and outlawing guns in the hands of any person.
2. Altering the culture of seeking death.
Banning guns is an easier task. All one needs to do is declare gun possession to be a criminal act; followed by indicting the gun manufacturers as accessories to murder and racketeering under the Rico statures. In that way, the NRA, the GOA and other like minded organizations can be put out of business. As well, it makes things easier to allow for a repeal of the 2nd Amendment and perhaps a full altering of the Constitution which is much needed. As an added bonus, the Republican Party and numerous Democrats would need to discuss some other matters of importance on the campaign trail.
It is the needed task of altering and hopefully ending the culture of death apparent in most people today that will be harder to achieve. So long as beloved and admired individuals in life continue to pass away, while despised individuals are more inclined to live beyond their expiry date; this death seeking culture will sadly persist. I know for a fact that the elites of this world that own us have exclusive access to drugs and elixirs prolong lives and cure illnesses that would shorten our lives. A literal Fountain of Youth, if you will. At some point, access to these drugs and elixirs will need to be put into the hands of the populace at large. Perhaps it might take drastic measures for this to occur, yet I would be weary on that front. Let this be clear: James Horner has just passed away, while the scions of the Rothschild dynasty continue to live. That, my fellow travelers, is not justice.
Getting back to Dylan Roof; he will be personally locked up and behind bars for the remainder of his days, as it should be. There are of course other concerns regarding the Charleston Shooting, particularly the targeting and assassination of State Senator Clementa Pickney (D-SC) that leads me to believe Roof had minders and a ton of help. Those issues will be discussed at another time, sooner rather than later. None the less, if there was ever a time to start banning guns and altering the death seeking culture we all are involved with to some degree or another; this would be the perfect time.
For those who are not aware of whom James Horner was: Mr. Horner was a composer of innumerable film scores. Many of which you all know and perhaps love. Here is an example.
Talk to you again fairly shortly,
Robert
PS. Baseball is Slavery and started out as a replacement for slavery. More on that when we see the film at 11.
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