Michael Moore’s post.

With due respect to those who are asking me to comment on last night’s tragic mass shooting at UCSB in Isla Vista, CA — I no longer have anything to say about what is now part of normal American life. Everything I have to say about this, I said it 12 years ago: We are a people easily manipulated by fear which causes us to arm ourselves with a quarter BILLION guns in our homes that are often easily accessible to young people, burglars, the mentally ill and anyone who momentarily snaps. We are a nation founded in violence, grew our borders through violence, and allow men in power to use violence around the world to further our so-called American (corporate) “interests.” The gun, not the eagle, is our true national symbol. While other countries have more violent pasts (Germany, Japan), more guns per capita in their homes (Canada [mostly hunting guns]), and the kids in most other countries watch the same violent movies and play the same violent video games that our kids play, no one even comes close to killing as many of its own citizens on a daily basis as we do — and yet we don’t seem to want to ask ourselves this simple question: “Why us? What is it about US?” Nearly all of our mass shootings are by angry or disturbed white males. None of them are committed by the majority gender, women. Hmmm, why is that? Even when 90% of the American public calls for stronger gun laws, Congress refuses — and then we the people refuse to remove them from office. So the onus is on us, all of us. We won’t pass the necessary laws, but more importantly we won’t consider why this happens here all the time. When the NRA says, “Guns don’t kill people — people kill people,” they’ve got it half-right. Except I would amend it to this: “Guns don’t kill people — Americans kill people.” Enjoy the rest of your day, and rest assured this will all happen again very soon.

Fuente: Michael Moore

Tricky – Valentine

My funny Valentine

Knew a girl used to make me wait for hours
On the train in the rain with some flowers
Street girl used to live in the towers
Real sweet and then sour
Hard life just like Cinderella
Single mum had a kid with a fella
She was real, real like concrete
By herself walk like she own street
The other fella he was kinda like trash
The son’s father but never did give her cash
I said there’s things you really shouldn’t have to do
Come with me and I’ll look after you

My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine

My Valentine, take me away
Council flats make me blind
I try but these towers so grey
Nowhere for my children to play
My baby needs fun
My skin needs the sun
My Valentine

My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine

Knew a girl, street girl
Used to live in the towers
Real sweet and then sour
Hard life just like Cinderella
Single mum had a kid with a fella

My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine