Have We Become a World of Loons?

Anti-WarWTF? As a sick perverted scribbler of erotica, I try not to pontificate on politics but here lately, I’m beginning to think that everyone is crazy except you and I. And I’m starting to have my doubts about you.

I’m beginning to think that I’m living in a Stephen King bad dream as people are killing one another for illogical reasons. Here in Las Vegas, a.k.a. Sin City, people apparently have stopped fucking and starting shooting each other as a pass time. Our murder rate is twice last year’s and doesn’t seem to be getting any better.

Why is having to sleep in the bathtub now a means of survival and not a bad joke? This is all crazy talk, people. You need to just chill out. Take a breath and put down that Mac-10.

I see that the loon in the truck has killed 80+ people in France and for what? If we assume that these people are Islamic terrorists, why would you think killing a bunch of innocent civilians would make everyone love you? I thought most religions taught peace and love, but that doesn’t seem to be the message here.

I grew up in what we call Deep East Texas with chicken shit between my toes and from the time I was knee high to our cur dog, my parents would put a bottle in one hand and a 22 in the other. But I never went out and shot anyone or anything beyond a rusty tin can.

Growing up, every gun in our house was loaded as an empty gun is useless. I still remember the time when I was maybe 5 or 6 and pissed off a wild pig in the woods. When he took after me with those big tusks, I could see my young life quickly ending. As I ran screaming back to the house, I could hear him snorting behind me as he contemplated his next meal.

Running past the house as I was afraid if I slowed down, he’d get me, I heard the most beautiful sound in the world, a 12 ga. shotgun as my Dad cut down this wild boar, who was right on my ass.

Anyway I’m getting off topic here. I think it’s time to bring back the 1960’s and 70’s with peace and love. Rather than give the idiot, who cut you off, the finger; instead give him the peace sign and maybe he will repent and be a nicer person.

Make Love and Not War People!

 

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Larry Archer's the name, smut's my game. I am a writer of erotic literature that's generally always HEA (Happily Ever After), which typically involves no regrets sex. I write in a humorous style with a plot and suitable for reading with one hand. My stories are full of sexual situations that are often taken straight from our swinger lifestyle in Las Vegas. If you want to enjoy erotica, where every page is dripping with action, give me a try.
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2 Responses to Have We Become a World of Loons?

  1. Dawn D says:

    Yes, WTF!
    I think it’s a bit early to draw conclusions as to the intentions behind the madman’s wild run in his truck, though as usual it doesn’t prevent the media from drawing conclusions.
    And I’m pretty sure there are people in the 60s and 70s who didn’t feel very loved (blacks in the States, Viets in their own country, students and women in Europe) so I’m not sure everyone would agree to bring back the ‘good ol’ times’
    But yes, in the end… Why can’t we all simply love one another?
    Let’s all get into a fucking spree, who cares if the person you’re fucking isn’t the right colour, gender, religion? Just make love, not war!

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  2. I agree Dawn and even though I was raised on a farm in red-neck country, my mom is a psychologist and my dad a welder. What a combination. But the one thing they taught me was not to be a racist and treat all people equally.

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