Walk. the. F. OUT

My daughter just yesterday participated in the student-led walkout protesting gun violence, but mainly as a commemoration of those lost on Valentine’s Day. F*ing Valentine’s Day. 17 people were murdered. Most of them children. Happy Heart Day, America.

Also. She walked out because she believes that no one needs an AR-15. But she walked out. Stood with her fellow classmates. Prayed. Honored in silence those who had to die for someone to listen. For someone to stand in their place.

She and her close friend were the only two from her class to go, but she said probably 200 showed up. Maybe more.

My husband and I attended the pre-walkout meeting last week. A “doctor” was there. We went around the room introducing ourselves. So-and-so, parent. So-and-so, student. Martha Maggio, parent. This guy. This f*ing guy. *DOCTOR* Douchebag, parent. He put the emphasis on the doctor. Not me. I’m putting the emphasis on Douche.

“I’m DOCTOR So-and-so. Parent.”

What. Ever.

So. From the jump, this PARENT, already has his panties in a twist.

He asks all kinds of ridiculous questions. We are winding down.

“Any more questions?”

Raises his hand. Again.

“Uh, yeah, this is more of an editorial or commentary.”

Oh. Shit. I just knew it was going to be something dumb.

“So, this is a protest, right?”

“No. This is a student-led commemoration that they kids won’t be punished for participating in. It’s totally voluntary. No one is being forced to go.”


Oh. Shit.

“Well. This website says, and I quote, “(Whatever the *F* this guy said. I don’t even care. It was basically some news article or website post revealing that the March 14th walkout would be a protest against gun violence.)”

This guy goes on and on about how it is a protest. “Right?”

“No. This is student-led. It’s a memorial for the fallen students and faculty. We are following the wishes and desires of Stoneman Douglas. There won’t be any signs. Whatever other groups are doing on March 14th is not endorsed by this high school, administration or school district.”

And he just kept on. So I finally ended the damn conversation.

“So what if it is a protest?”


“These kids have a right to say whatever they want. That’s their freedom to do so.”


I said what the principal could not and should not say. And then the meeting FINALLY adjourned. Thanks, DOC! I mean, Dick.

What I wanted to say and said loudly in the parking lot to my family (LOL):


But  I didn’t say that. To him. But I did shut that meeting hog down.

After we adjourned, he scurried over to a news reporter from the local paper who was covering the meeting. The reporter was actually trying to talk to a mother who identified herself as the parent of a child who just came from Stoneman Douglas this year. He’s a senior now here at my daughter’s high school. He wanted to participate in the walkout/memorial because that was his school. Those were probably people he knew. That mother spoke firmly, passionately, but kindly at the meeting. She was there to represent her son because he was at track practice. The doctor harassed her with questions and debate.

Which one of these parents is raising a child that will best contribute to society? Just asking. Just saying.


Must go ask the Lord for strength in loving this type of buffoon. Forgive me, God, for hating this man. For, at the very least, not tolerating this man in my mind and wanting to curse him. I failed to love this person. Find compassion. Talk softly. Reason. I wasn’t rude, but I had hate in my heart.

You don’t need a gun to settle an argument. You just need to be armed with logic and facts.


Better Things to Do

You’ll never understand me
But really that’s okay
I have better things to do
Than fight online all day

I have minds to change
Hearts to save
Actions to do
Love be a slave

Talking to you is
Wasting my time
I would rather be
Composing my rhyme

Just please–go away
Don’t you have other stuff to do?
I am far too busy today
To get tangled up with you

Your directive is lost
Because I control my own life
People like you
Should just, “Put down the knife!”

Walk away
Get a hobby
Oh, I know
You could join the gun lobby

I choose to live life
With no weapon or guns
I may lose my life
But I won’t take anyone’s

You can’t hold evil
You can’t trust yourself
I trust God
Not a gun on a shelf

You can say that’s foolish
But only a fool would say that
Says so in the Bible
I could show you where it’s at

I have better things to do
Than worry about dying
Or to worry about your words
Or to spend my day crying

I have love to give
People to hold
Security in this life
And my ability to get old

Nothing in this life
Has power over me
Not fear, not illness
Not death, not greed

What has power over me
Is what Jesus said
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
That part was in red.

I know you don’t get it
I know you live in fear
I know you need your gun
That part is very clear

I can be killed
I can come to harm
But I won’t pick up
And carry an arm

The only arm I need
Is the right hand of the throne
It’s more powerful
Than the gun you own

Gandhi said:
Peace at all cost.
Even in death,
Obedience is not lost.

I’d rather be
On Gandhi’s side
Or Jesus or Buddha
Or any peace-loving guide

Jesus asked his friend
To put down his sword
Then marched to his death
And he willingly went forward

I’m not afraid to die.
That is truly being free.
I would fight to live,
But if overcome, let it be.

I’ll never carry a gun
I’ll never live in fear
I have something better to do
Than debate my views on here

If you don’t like my opinion, there are millions of other blogs. Let me Google that for you! 😀

This is my rifle blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle blog is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle blog is useless. Without my rifle blog, I am useless. I must fire compose my rifle blog true. I must shoot straighter write clearer than my enemy who is trying to kill silence me. I must shoot delete him/her before he/she shoots responds to me. LOL

There are many blogs, but this one is mine! See what I did there? Step! OFF! Girl, bye.


This is Evil

does not feaR men or guns.

time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive

with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor

oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands

demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
of God,
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.


This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.

If you need a gun to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.

AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.

Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.