Facebook phobia and such fears...

I spend too much time on Facebook, but that is where all the cool kids hang out, or something. I do think I ended up there because of my sister, but maybe I can only blame playing FarmVille on her encouragement. She is normally so much fun and right that I followed along. Soon, family and more friends from everywhere showed up and out of the billions of human beings, most which have more to do than join my small circle of a hundred and so. But I like seeing pictures of people, points of view and that they are still FB with me.

Recently I have noticed I am being asked not to say so much about shooting, and God seems to be a problem for some. I haven't done or said anything that I thought was hurtful, pointed at anyone or decided I need an enemies list. Funny as much as so many nameless military and paramilitary men have tried their best to end my days, I kind of admire their guts. I mean, I was representing a Superpower, and there were so many of us bad boys. But I do notice that there isn't anything to fear in firearms, and that God can't be that powerful if there is still all that darkness inside of me I have to control, so why would anyone fear my words about any of that?

In Seattle they were shocked a man got some powerful handguns and killed so many good people that told him to go away and not bother them. So, being Seattle, the cry is for more gun control, more laws. It was already unlawful to kill another human being in Seattle but the crazy guy killed anyway. That he was wandering around crazy is never the responsibility of his friends or family, or the City or the State. It is sad that so many died, including the crazy man (suicide when confronted - didn't do well in stressful situations). But I am sure that keeping firearms out of the hands of the insane will be a better solution than most against the sale of firearms.

Ah, well, since I couldn't affect the opinion of those on Facebook and don't want to bother anyone, I posted I was off to take a walk since Facebook isn't really exercise. I shaved, put my teeth in, put my gun on, put the vest on for pocket for camera, keys and winning Lotto tickets and said farewell to my wife. It has been really raining and as I stopped for my winnings the discussions were about how hard it has been pouring down. I left with smiles as I told them my theory that all the wind and weather is because we have too many big windmills cutting airflow daily.


It was a nice walk, three miles, the warning about getting caught in the rain was not fulfilled, and I got home and moved the garbage can to the backyard as it started to come down. Perfect timing, and now another cup of coffee. Reading about 1776.

I have it really very good about people that don't agree with me, and the current breakdown of civil society mainly in Main Stream Media and Culture is going from teasing, taunting and into terror like this example of SWATing.