Hurt and hate are sometimes difficult to separate...

 

People do things in families, that is, not racially motivated, by any means, this topic is more localized.

I recall many years ago discussing the reasoning why someone we knew was being so difficult to talk to...it turned out when I kept annoyingly pressing the topic that the person was not hating on anyone, us, she was hurt because she felt left out, not included in our choices.

Family wars are as vehement at times as public wars!  

Being adults and not including other family members in your immediate family's decisions is okay, by the way, unless it directly affects them.

In my opinion...but what do I know, we have many family members that are still not talking to us and us to them!

But that little insight nugget I gave in my second paragraph, was someone who did not speak to us for six months, and my persistence worked, and we spoke for decades after!

Sometimes talking works... another three people that we had a silly disagreement with also we speak to now.

Occasionally, clearing the air does work.

Moving on...

Now hate to me is abhorrent, and I do not understand at all, and crimes of that nature comprising of lethal force are a whole other horrendous matter...

Everything from hatred of people different than one another to mental illness to just wild animal-like or violent tendencies in so-called human beings create this scary world that we are all living in!

And I have no answer, just a few ideas, doing gun-controlled background checks more thoroughly, with the red-flag concept, could work, but we won't know until we try.

I am not a gun owner, hate guns personally, but I do know people who have them and I cannot think of one of them that is hot-headed or a danger to anyone in society.

But those special background checks and red flags are not for them they are for the other ones... that may not even purchase their guns through legal channels.

And there is the rub.

Keeping track of those...

It will work on outlawing AR-15, and multi shooters and nonserial numbered weapons, maybe not so much.  

And somehow those three-D printers making your own gun, someway, should not be easily made without knowing who is getting them and control, control, control!!

Guns do kill people, and too often over the last few decades that has proven to be the case.

The murder weapon of choice is all kinds of guns, and that means mass murders!!!

Of course, people have been killed with all types of things from poisons to pillows to hammers and the list goes on, and on, and on!

People wanting to be murderous cannot be stopped!

Right now the NRA is applauding what I am saying... but no, don't! Please DON'T!!!

Let's face it because mass murder-wise it's between bombs and AR-15s that keep those death numbers rising!!!

So with heartfelt concern, please let us all get together and solve this heinous issue once and for all now!

And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie, because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!