If the media roller rolls again, I take always happy to brush.
A common direction for me has something threatening, and I imagine it figuratively a bison herd before, the drums on the prairie diversity of opinion; in the distance, perhaps lurks an abyss, which the excited herd animals no longer perceive the drums, snorting and stomping of conspecifics is simply overpowering and drowned out any warning signals. The clouds of steam, smoke from the nostrils and ears of snorting media armada make, deaf and block the receptors of the olfactory bulb in order to perceive the stench of actual scandals.
When I feel that something should be scandalized and someone will trigger certain emotions in me like a Pavlovian dog saliva, then I block, something goes against the grain, and then I brush up against the grain. I would hardly have believed that I would have to write something about guns and gun laws, I am surprised to themselves.
My childhood was marked by strict pacifism my parents, u .a itself. in a comprehensive ban on weapons in our children practically expressed. The reason for the ban was acting under painted and staged and so understood by us children: because our parents had both lived through the war. Both knew shoot what and bomb was, and I can only do write because my mother was on that day that her house was wiped out by a direct hit in the basement of the house next door to assist with her mother and her siblings a neighbor, whether the permanent air strikes threatened to lose his mind. (more ...)
