It wasn't Rachel's birthday today; that's next friday. Sophie told me untruths. I also didn't do 2 hours of writing. That was an untruth too. But I did do enough to finish up an essay about gun control that's posted here. Basically, it highlights the hypocrisy of the extreme Right and their fervor to ensure that everyone in our society can carry a gun under the guise of "bad guys will get them anyway, might as well arm the good guys" while simultaneously supporting "gun" control on a global scale by demanding that no nation but America and whoever it elects as a "good" nation at any given time have the right to nuclear technology. Bunch of fucking bullshit. This picture especially, from an NRA affiliated website made me crack the shits:
The whole bit about a "well regulated militia" which is central to an understanding of the idea behind this amendment is conveniently concealed behind a fucking gun. Way to go, NRA-- nice example of propaganda at work. You want to defend every American's 'god-given right' so badly that you're willing to overlook and obscure the fact that our constitution itself stipulates the circumstances under which possession of firearms is appropriate. You hypocrite fucks.
I finished that essay, as well as the Cheerios mommy sent me. Now I'm sad, though I have one more box of Mac & Cheese to make me feel like a human being again. I drank wine and watched Port Adelaide demolish St. Kilda before retiring to bed, hopefully to sleep despite the fucking rain which is plopping on the tin roof again. Fuck this house.
Drink Count: 5
Adam on Easter, looking far too thin and effeminate:
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