Sing One, Monkey

Yet another active shooter, this time in Dallas. Body count, one. HIM! The usual; assault rifle, a nut, police looking for a motive. This guy put up a rant on social media talking about cannibalism, remarking that he didn’t like eating people who live on the coast because they taste “fishy.”

Of course there are those wondering what was going through his mind yesterday. From what I saw on videos released it was most likely a .222. I’ve found that usually clears up psychosis pretty fast.

Amazingly, I had to dig for this story. No body count. That, and a smooth tactical response doesn’t make for a good gun control story. This guy had normal hair, which means he was most likely a Republican. White dude. Ex-army. WHOMP! Dey it is! Nancy Pelosi simply must push a bill through forbidding soldiers from learning to use and carry guns!

I’m not worried about motive, I’m thinking about stupidity. If you are going to pull off an active shooting you don’t go where the SWAT Team hangs out! His little crime spree lasted around thirty-three seconds. Bang, bang, bang, short sprint across the parking lot, face blown off. Bada Bing, Bada Boom!

Let examine motive. American society is sick as hell! There! We’ve been sick ever since Doctor Spock regurgitated his lame brain theories on child rearing, and with each succeeding generation we’ve gotten SICKER and SICKER. Expelled God from the classroom, all but Allah, he gets a pass, and told the kids to pick any gender they like, there’s forty-seven of them. If you like your dick, you can keep your dick.

Filter this through the Millennials, refine them down to the “Z” generation, the Children of the Corn, and voila! There you have it. A society so whacked out that it makes Mad Max look like a Sunday drive.

This can’t be fixed by gun control, purple pills, or sex change surgery. There has to be a fundamental change in society. Dare I say it, turning back to God! Boy! That set you on your ear didn’t it? In a society screwing and shooting everything in sight, when you mention God, people put their vagina hats on and hit the streets.

Don’t panic. You’re safe. America isn’t turning back to God. He, The Son, and the Holy Ghost caught the last train for the coast. We baby boomers will slowly exit the scene as the Zs march the Millennials into the gas chambers. But, there IS hope! Putin’s been trying to butt into our business for years. Well c’mon! Yo time boy! Sing one, monkey!

The Butcher Shop

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