i warned you.
let me just start out with what sparked this little blog.
i mean really????
you've got to be fucking kidding me. what is wrong with people? i saw this exact bumper sticker on someone's big fucking lifted truck today and all I did was flip them off....ridiculous
the f-15 is a HOMICIDE bomba
since when is peace settle with weapons? just because the US thinks it's okay. it's bullshit. that's all it is. i understand the middle east has been fighting over religion since life began but this is different entirely.
it doesn't matter who you are, we're all one people!
this guy is probably the same guy that went and bought a semi-automatic because we have a black democrat as a president. EVERYONE WATCH OUT HE'S GONNA DONE TAKE OUR GUNS
how ignorant can people be? fuck man, peace should have nothing to do with weapons.
there's too many people these days that have this mentality as well. it's absolutely ridiculous. "you don't have my view? oh well, i'll just shoot you and the rest of your country until you're so defenseless that you will just lay down in front of me, then i'll kill you anways"
i'm pissed, i'm done with people, if it's anyone that deserves to have gun control acted upon them, it's you, you mother fucker
i'm done.
here should be our true peace sign.
broken rifle symbol
legalize it! peace symbol
the rastas know what it's all about
peace and love.
-aaron
ps: Bob Dylan put it best.
Read it and believe it.
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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