A Long Hard Cry For Help

Okay people, prepare for a rant. With the current violence of the last week in the US, I have to go and say what I think and how I feel and if you don't like what I have to say, oh well it's my rant not your's and if you want to complain about it then right your own rant. With that out of the way I can get down to business. First, I have complete and total empathy for the families, friends, students, staff and the surrounding community for what happened at Virginia Tech this past Monday. My heart goes out to them. Second, I hate to say this but in a small odd way my heart goes out to the killer too. I know what some of you are thinking, "Why in the hell is this person having sympathy for a mass murderer; she must be fucking nuts!" Well guess what I'm not nuts, crazy, insane, but the killer was! He was showing a cry for help that only a very small few even notice, let alone try to do something about it! At lest the people who did see that he had some psychological problems at least tried to help him before he did this unspeakable and unforgivable act of violence. So what did the majority of the people who saw this person or was told about this person months before the killings do. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP HIM AT ALL!!!!!! And that pisses me off to no fucking end! When I keep hearing on the news that colleges don't want to their students to give up their right to privacy and what not, I think to myself and ask, what is more important to me my freedom or my sanity? My answer is MY SANITY! If I have to give up some of my rights to make sure that someday emotional troubled person gets the help they need before (and if) they become a murdering psychopath, then so be it. Hell I rather feel save than sorry, wouldn't you? Anyway, if you're thinking "If they need psychological help, why don't they come out and say they need it?" Well I'll tell you why, they're either to scared too, they don't think they have a problem, they don't know how to express that they want or need help, or (as the majority of these cases seem to look like) they do ask for help, but nobody believes them or are purposely blinding themselves of the over obvious signs that there is a problem. So I ask who ever reads this, if you know of anyone between the ages of 12 to 30 who has is acting like something is wrong (such as a need to hurt others, wishing others dead, self mutilation, the hurting and killing of small animals and pets, stalking other people, the lack of friends and very little close or no acquaintances, extremely dark and overly graphic violence in ones artwork or writings, etc.) please do something about it. I should say not all of these is a great cause for concern, but if some form of physical violence (either real or continues in writing or art) thin I would have them seek psychological help ASAP. So please open your eyes to people who need psychological help, because the one life you save might one day prevent the countless and senseless deaths pf others.

Old Pics and Spighetti Westerns

Today was a productive day. My web site is coming along very slowly, well at least it's coming along. I was tinkering with my photo paint program and I made some cool pics of Sesshomaru. One of them looks like he's on a showdown in one of those kung-fu spaghetti westerns from the 60's.

Welcome

Well welcome to my blog. I hope that you survive the experience! I'm not much of a blogger, a matter of fact, this is my first true blog. For some damn reason Myspace doesn't count. I think of this blogging thing as a self journey and I'm tying everyone up, kicking and screaming of course, along for the ride. Expect tons of weirdness and other odd happenings, as well as a pretty picture or two. So come one, come all, look at a world full of hippocrates and liers, of morons and idiots, all this and more through the eyes of a person that looks at the word in the strangest of ways that can only be discribed as well ...me.