Yesterday – 911 all over again

I had big plans to be here and then I ran headfirst into the bad news of the Connecticut shooting and suddenly my eyes couldn’t do anything but close.  But closing them didn’t stop the tears.  I couldn’t stand the thought of parents being called and those that heard the news leaving for the school as fast as they could while they were praying one of those kids wasn’t theirs.

Then the thought of unopened Christmas presents waiting at home for parents who lost their child hit and it didn’t get any better, it still really isn’t any better. The teaching staff and their life partners, the other kids witnessing the carnage, and nothing makes sense any more.  If I was a single parent with an only child that died by that shooter’s hand, I believe I would quietly kill myself.  I’m not sure I could get back up every day and have it in my head, waiting to pop out when I least expected it, filling me with the blackness that chokes the life out of your spirit.

But that wasn’t bad enough, a friend posted on Facebook about some lunatic in China had attacked and injured 22 school children WITH A KNIFE!  Seriously, I thought it was a sick joke, like the gun control people are screaming about guns and others are saying anything is a weapon including a ‘knife’ so don’t think we’re safe if we outlaw guns. But it’s not a joke. It’s scary as fucking hell.  Apparently in 2010 there was a rash of knife assaults on school children in China.

The screaming for gun control has always been obnoxiously wrong and now it’s at fever pitch.  I talked to someone today that believes 911 was a conspiracy theory spawned by the U.S. government and the word out is that Obama’s so strong on gun control that the Connecticut shooting could be another conspiracy theory. Seriously?

This isn’t about gun control though, it’s about the system and the way we play it.  We have laws that have little laws growing out of every level of the legal system and their breeding at the rate of rabbits. Do you really think there won’t be any guns in the hands of private citizens if guns are taken away from us?

There is no safety net, anywhere, that can predict if someone is going to step over the brink. With 314,947,991 estimated to be living in the United States, how would anyone ever monitor when the next person is going to lose it or if that someone needs help because they can’t cope. Of course I expect that to happen somewhere down the road, hopefully not in my lifetime, but I can see a world where control devices are inserted in each person’s body.

First it would register your location and identity, then as technology advanced it could read your emotional level that’s tracked by a standard computer program which sends out an alarm if you’re mental/physical state is changing to the red line…yeah, if you were injured, it would affect your mental state. Not to worry, the control device would give you a dose of something sent straight from the program so you instantly are removed from the red line state.  But I guess that’s going to be next and this is now.

I’m not happy. I can’t find a way to escape the unfathomable insanity of trying to find a solution of peace and wellness for everyone on earth, but I keep thinking about it.

Perhaps we need to set up call response teams that explain how easy it is to commit suicide instead of killing others before you kill yourself or just killing others. The response team could make it sound like it’s an inviting option that removes so many problems from the picture. And also explain that the reason the caller wanted to kill something is because they hate themselves and the best way to end it would be…suicide…removing all complications.

Sound crass and cold?  Why not help people that are on a death mission walk through the easy process of painless ways to kill themself and if they wanted to do it with a big splash so the world will know their pain, it could be made into a contest.  The potential suicides could buy a kit that would allow them to set up a Vlog for their last thoughts, the setting of where they will bite the big one, how they will do it, and then they can carry out the act on tape with one last scream of rebellion or a flash card pop up if that’s their wish.  Obviously the scream would be recorded in practice and then inserted into their video later.

I like that idea.  Now to the prizes…that will require some thought.

So yeah…just rambling and releasing a little frustration.

I’m sorry our society has fallen, that Reality TV and raw, brutal video games and movies with random violence and other influences have brought us to the point that we ‘accept substandard’ as part of our lives.  If we ever conquer the ills of our nation, it will take each of us paying attention; turning in our friends or loved ones if we know they are ready to blow, watching out for the kids that walk down your block to catch the bus, stopping the freak from hitting his dog and calling a cop on him, making sure you take care of your house and life, and putting your neck out instead of pulling it in like an ostrich that doesn’t want to get involved.


But people, really, if it’s time for you to move on, just write a long letter or leave a Vlog telling the world your story, and DO IT!  Do it alone, leave others out of it because no one wants to participate and it’s not fair that you should choose when someone else is going to die…after all, you can commit suicide whenever you want. Go in peace.


About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!
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5 Responses to Yesterday – 911 all over again

  1. Glenda says:

    It breaks my heart to hear of the killing of innocents by an evil crazy person. I agree, wish they would just kill themselves and leave everyone else alone. Six and seven year old kids, lord, it makes my heart bleed. I am NOT for gun control for law abiding citizens, but can anyone give ONE good reason why the hell anyone needs an assault rifle? Those should be banned IMO.

    Faith is the only thing that will get those parents through this. The more news I read, the more I realize how glad I am that I am on the way out instead of on the way in of this sad world we live in.

  2. ten mile says:

    Glenda: I’m not sure “evil crazy” are compatible terms. Evil would perform the deed in a well planned manner, like it was. Crazy would be indiscriminate, like . . . I started to say Dalmer, but that wouldn’t be correct. Evil, yes.

    Not crazy. No.

    Good piece again, Linda.

    Glad to see Mountain Woman still chucking rocks.

  3. ten mile says:

    Sitting in the ratty middle management chair in the sunlight streaming through the windows half asleep just prior to lunch.

    gmail does its two note thing and gives me heart failure. Never fear, I had Bayer handy.

    WordPress has a new thing: It not only tracks visits, but views. Meaning anyone clicking on the site gets logged, then if they read more then one page, they are all logged as seperate views. I liked the old Ice Rocket way of tracking traffic.

    Thanks for stopping by.

  4. That middle management chair scene makes me wish I had sunshine streaming through my window…t’s gloomy, dark, sounds like thunder boomers are here for awhile, and more rain on the way. I may take a nap anyway, even without the sunshine. :-)

  5. ten mile says:

    Howard gets to keep at least two houses, and looking from the outside, some money. The Feds only get it if they can trace it.

    Were you one of the 250?

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