Senseless Crap

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Seems we have more tragedy in Syria and that there has to be a response.

A violent response.

Read the story about that little lunatic Kim Jong Un supposedly executing his former girlfriend and the rest of her band.

Lined 'em up and executed 'em.

And lately I've been seeing a lot of posts on social media that really get under my skin.

They go something like this:

"How come Obama isn't angry about the murder....?"

Wherever the murder of the day is.

This anger is directed at Obama because he said that the Trayvon Martin murder was a senseless act and that perhaps Trayvon could've been his kid.

Now when a white kid is murdered...Obama better release a statement?

First off, it isn't a racial thing.

Obama wasn't upset because Martin was black.

He'd answer the same way no matter what murder scenario was presented to him.

Do you really think he'd say, "Ah well, that's a white kid, no big deal?"

So that's why I'm agitated.

All other politics aside, it's an absolutely ridiculous stand to make a statement like:

"How come we haven't heard from Obama on the Lane murder, or the baby who was shot in the face, or the 8 year old that shot the 5 year old, or the store owner who was shot in the robbery attempt, or the husband who shot the wife, or the wife who shot the husband."

Just ridiculous.

Don't you think if you presented a question about any of these senseless killings that any reasonable man would say:

"It's horrific."

Yet there are the angry posts:

"Why doesn't Obama say something today?"

And I imagine that I'd just let it go if I hadn't seen the public reaction to the shootings in Connecticut. It was a human reaction. The same sort of human reaction that Bush showed after 9/11.

No matter what the politics...these men aren't happy with murder.

They'd love never to hear about it.

So do me a favor:

If you oppose the guy in the office try not to put hate-filled words into the mouth of the guy.

How about this:

Instead of spreading more vile crap, why don't we try and stop the killing somehow.

Then we don't have to worry about the reaction.

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