WHITE OUT

it's 4/20 today. you know these boyz know how to celebrate.....

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

WACO, Texas (CNN) -- Zero tolerance, huh? Gun-free zones, huh? Try this on for size: Columbine gun-free zone, New York City pizza shop gun-free zone, Luby's Cafeteria gun-free zone, Amish school in Pennsylvania gun-free zone and now Virginia Tech gun-free zone.

Anybody see what the evil Brady Campaign and other anti-gun cults have created? I personally have zero tolerance for evil and denial. And America had best wake up real fast that the brain-dead celebration of unarmed helplessness will get you killed every time, and I've about had enough of it.

Nearly a decade ago, a Springfield, Oregon, high schooler, a hunter familiar with firearms, was able to bring an unfolding rampage to an abrupt end when he identified a gunman attempting to reload his .22-caliber rifle, made the tactical decision to make a move and tackled the shooter.

A few years back, an assistant principal at Pearl High School in Mississippi, which was a gun-free zone, retrieved his legally owned Colt .45 from his car and stopped a Columbine wannabe from continuing his massacre at another school after he had killed two and wounded more at Pearl.

At an eighth-grade school dance in Pennsylvania, a boy fatally shot a teacher and wounded two students before the owner of the dance hall brought the killing to a halt with his own gun.

More recently, just a few miles up the road from Virginia Tech, two law school students ran to fetch their legally owned firearm to stop a madman from slaughtering anybody and everybody he pleased. These brave, average, armed citizens neutralized him pronto.

My hero, Dr. Suzanne Gratia Hupp, was not allowed by Texas law to carry her handgun into Luby's Cafeteria that fateful day in 1991, when due to bureaucrat-forced unarmed helplessness she could do nothing to stop satanic George Hennard from killing 23 people and wounding more than 20 others before he shot himself. Hupp was unarmed for no other reason than denial-ridden "feel good" politics.

She has since led the charge for concealed weapon upgrade in Texas, where we can now stop evil. Yet, there are still the mindless puppets of the Brady Campaign and other anti-gun organizations insisting on continuing the gun-free zone insanity by which innocents are forced into unarmed helplessness. Shame on them. Shame on America. Shame on the anti-gunners all.

No one was foolish enough to debate Ryder truck regulations or ammonia nitrate restrictions or a "cult of agriculture fertilizer" following the unabashed evil of Timothy McVeigh's heinous crime against America on that fateful day in Oklahoma City. No one faulted kitchen utensils or other hardware of choice after Jeffrey Dahmer was caught drugging, mutilating, raping, murdering and cannibalizing his victims. Nobody wanted "steak knife control" as they autopsied the dead nurses in Chicago, Illinois, as Richard Speck went on trial for mass murder.

Evil is as evil does, and laws disarming guaranteed victims make evil people very, very happy. Shame on us.

Already spineless gun control advocates are squawking like chickens with their tiny-brained heads chopped off, making political hay over this most recent, devastating Virginia Tech massacre, when in fact it is their own forced gun-free zone policy that enabled the unchallenged methodical murder of 32 people.

Thirty-two people dead on a U.S. college campus pursuing their American Dream, mowed-down over an extended period of time by a lone, non-American gunman in illegal possession of a firearm on campus in defiance of a zero-tolerance gun law. Feel better yet? Didn't think so.

Who doesn't get this? Who has the audacity to demand unarmed helplessness? Who likes dead good guys?

I'll tell you who. People who tramp on the Second Amendment, that's who. People who refuse to accept the self-evident truth that free people have the God-given right to keep and bear arms, to defend themselves and their loved ones. People who are so desperate in their drive to control others, so mindless in their denial that they pretend access to gas causes arson, Ryder trucks and fertilizer cause terrorism, water causes drowning, forks and spoons cause obesity, dialing 911 will somehow save your life, and that their greedy clamoring to "feel good" is more important than admitting that armed citizens are much better equipped to stop evil than unarmed, helpless ones.

Pray for the families of victims everywhere, America. Study the methodology of evil. It has a profile, a system, a preferred environment where victims cannot fight back. Embrace the facts, demand upgrade and be certain that your children's school has a better plan than Virginia Tech or Columbine. Eliminate the insanity of gun-free zones, which will never, ever be gun-free zones. They will only be good guy gun-free zones, and that is a recipe for disaster written in blood on the altar of denial. I, for one, refuse to genuflect there.

wednesday morning

i'm sick. I hate being sick. I'm listening to trad gras och stenar(see above). they are a psych/groove/experimental jam band from sweden who started playing in the late 60's. i want to sleep all day. and listen to TGS.

listening to this right now

is it a crime to have a stolen aubrey beardsley illustration book from the boston public library?

long autumn nights

so instead of rubbing half melted candle wax on my body...I've decided that i need this. The day after thanksgiving this year, i was outside drinking some whiskey in front of a little fire we had made. That whole night was magical as we looked up to the stars and talked about being young and things that we've been through since. i was wearing a red and black flannel that my grandfather had left in the old truck he gave to michael. the next morning it smelled perfect. A mix between burning logs whiskey and dirt. i wanted to bottle that smell, but now i will settle for this "smoke absolute". I ended up losing that flannel the next day when the doctor and i were on a canoe trip. it must have fallen out while i was paddling.

all tomorrow's parties

tomorrow i will be going with becka(see above) to MOMA.
we will see Klimt, Munch, Matisse, Rothko, Pollock, Sherman, Warhol, Man Ray, and more.
-getting my hair cut at 1pm on bond st
-might go see artanker convoy with mux at 8
artaker convoy is this dub/psych/jazz/groove band who records for social registry
and mux is their light/projection and dance team. They are my favorite band to see
in new york.

"either ballot or gun, our day will come"

i've recently been reading the book "armed stuggle". It is a journalistic history of the IRA written by richard english, which happens to be quite ironic if you are at all familiar with the conflict. anyways, here are some interesting images i've found relating to IRA and northern ireland. most of them are IRA posters.

"the cat is watching T.V."

seamus, my old friend, how me miss you. this was taken in the winter of 2005, in the old kitchen.

RIP

remember the old prison road?

Dream Factory

last night it rained and then it poured, and then it rained and poured again. for anyone who remembers saint botolph, you would know how much of a nightmare yesterday would have been if i was still there. Watched a great documentary on andy warhol last night. some great people commented on him and his life. I especially liked gerard malanga and disliked very much, paul morrissey. I remember in some book, probably "american girl", someone quoted him as being a "viper" and i though that it was a funny thing to say about someone. I truly appreciate andy warhol, his taste with colors was impeccable and he had a great eye for everything "cool". I would one day like to have a Warhol hanging somewhere in my house.

let's pretend we're sixteen year old girls

In the past few weeks i've been putting together a photo book
that i feel best represents the past 5 years of my life. This photo
of dominic reminds me of lots of things: strange phone calls, great
discussions about aphex twin's live sets, taking speed, combat boots
going to shows, and theta waves. people come and go, and
it's sad to lose touch.

load(ed)

these were taken by just miller during a party 3 weeks ago.

welcome home

come on inside, i lit a few candles and turned off the lights.
it's sunday and it will be raining all day. do you like woody allen?
put on a movie and unwind. I'll have a whiskey please, with one
cube of ice.

talk soon,

sonny