The Conservative Cave
Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Ralph Wiggum on November 20, 2013, 11:47:01 AM
-
WilliamPitt (55,739 posts)
An Open Letter to You (http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024064372)
Last edited Wed Nov 20, 2013, 12:05 PM - Edit history (1)
(http://truth-out.org/images/images_2013_11/2013_1120-4.jpg)
"At Eternity's Gate," Vincent van Gogh.
An Open Letter to You
By William Rivers Pitt
Truthout | Op-Ed
Wednesday 20 November 2013
There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact.
The first: there is a guy named Tom Brower, who lives in Hawaii, and he really hates homeless people. He hates them so much, in fact, that he smashes the belongings of every homeless person he can find with a sledgehammer. He is happy to be videotaped obliterating the meager possessions of this society's most vulnerable citizens because he is "disgusted" by them, and calls his actions "justice." He wears an Armani hat, and calls himself a Christian.
"I want to do something practical that will really clean up the streets," said Brower after one of his rampages. "If someone is sleeping at night on the bus stop, I don't do anything, but if they are sleeping during the day, I'll walk up and say, 'Get your ass moving.'" Mr. Brower has not been arrested for this brazenly sociopathic behavior, and he never will be, for Tom Brower is an elected official, a state representative, and a Democrat to boot.
"Blessed are the meek," Scripture says, "for they will inherit the Earth." Mr. Brower, the Christian, should probably pray that the New Testament is fiction, lest he find himself at the mercy of Earth's inevitable inheritors - in the fulfillment of prophesy, of course - on the losing end of his own sledgehammer.
(snip)
Her name was Stephanie. She was beloved by friends and family. She lived in grateful awe of the wonder that is life, and was extraordinary because of that simple, awe-struck wonder. She was joy transfixed and translated, astonishing and astonishment well met.
She died on Monday morning of a disease that could have been controlled and killed had she not been forced to wait for treatment. She didn't have the money needed to save her life.
Stephanie did not have to die. That she is dead daggers a finger at the system that let her go. Any society that calls itself civilized would declare her murdered, and would hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground and brought to justice...but this is America, where health and sickness are a for-profit industry.
Stephanie's killers will eat well tonight, and sleep in beds plush enough to suit God. Stephanie sleeps in the ground tonight, and those who knew and loved her are forced to cope with her unnecessary absence, cold-comforted by the words that announced her passing: "She died peacefully."
(snip)
I am, perhaps, preaching to a hollow room.
After all, I speak to a country that elected to statewide office a man who smashes the pathetic belongings of the homeless with a sledgehammer while calling himself a Christian.
I speak to a country where a video game is made about the massacre of children, and the makers of the game are condemned and censored while the circumstances that allowed the actual massacre remain unmolested.
I speak to a country that let a wonderful woman die of an entirely treatable illness because she didn't have enough money.
I hope it is not a hollow room, a hollow country, a hollow soul I speak to, because these three stories happen all the time, and every day. This is where you live, and this is who you are. If you have a conscience, it makes you feel dirty in your heart.
We are responsible for this. We are all part of this thing that is dismantling our basic humanity brick by brick.
We can un-make it. We simply have to.
Freedom begins with a "No."
We are better than this.
Prove it.
Please.
http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/20156-an-open-letter-to-you
And this ass-clown pretends to be some sort of journalist/columnist. Pathetic...learn to compose a complete paragraph, Wee Willie. :bigbird:
-
There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact.
Dude, it is just a hangover. Stop binge drinking and it will not happen. ::)
-
Funny there is no mention of the order of magnitude more Stephanie's there are in Europe or Canada vs. America.
-
She died on Monday morning of a disease that could have been controlled and killed had she not been forced to wait for treatment
Did Stephanie live in the UK?
-
He seems a little down. Needs to buck up.
-
Wee Willy Pittstain loves to post "open letters" in a controlled, closed forum. :loser:
Too bad he doesn't have sack to post over here.
-
I can't wait to read the screed that pittstain puts out when King Barky the Liar slips down to 35%.
It's going to be magnificent and by magnificent I mean his tears are going to be delicious.
-
Now Willie, just remember to cut along with the vein, not across like in the movies. We've got to make sure you get something right once in your life.
-
Did Stephanie live in the UK?
:cheersmate:
-
Why does this drunken simpleton pretend he knows something about Christianity?
-
Stephanie did not have to die. That she is dead daggers a finger at the system that let her go. Any society that calls itself civilized would declare her murdered, and would hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground and brought to justice...
Where have I heard someone promising to track down the perps and grinding them to dust before?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............................
.
-
Where have I heard someone promising to track down the perps and grinding them to dust before?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............................
.
:rotf:
-
Did Stephanie live in the UK?
Or in the USSA in 2015.
-
Didn't seem to bother him, or the rest of them, at all when Sebelius was willing to let a 10-year-old die rather than grant an exception to her agency's entirely-arbitrary age rule on transplants.
-
Didn't seem to bother him, or the rest of them, at all when Sebelius was willing to let a 10-year-old die rather than grant an exception to her agency's entirely-arbitrary age rule on transplants.
Or when Dirty Harry decided he didn't want the NIH accepting cancer patients during the shutdown.
-
Didn't seem to bother him, or the rest of them, at all when Sebelius was willing to let a 10-year-old die rather than grant an exception to her agency's entirely-arbitrary age rule on transplants.
"Some live, some die."
-
hunt her slayers down with dogs and torches until they were run to ground
Then scraped from the ground with your knife and fed to your cat.
Get ready for the ram.
-
I wanna hear more about the video game.
-
Panty-sniffing loser.
Is it true the judge barred you from approaching within 1,000 feet of any middle school in Massachusetts, Will?
-
"Some live, some die."
"I choose."
-
I wanna hear more about the video game.
https://www.google.com/search?q=sandy+hook+video+game&oq=sandy+hook+video+game&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l2.6485j0j7&sourceid=chrome&espv=210&es_sm=122&ie=UTF-8
-
(http://truth-out.org/images/images_2013_11/2013_1120-4.jpg)
This is how I feel after reading one of ArmPitt's "open letters"...or any other post he writes.
-
(http://truth-out.org/images/images_2013_11/2013_1120-4.jpg)
This is how I feel after reading one of ArmPitt's "open letters"...or any other post he writes.
Vincent van Gogh gave Pitt the facepalm. Who am I to disagree?
-
"Some live, some die."
One hundred million broken eggs and not one *******ed omelet.
-
WilliamPitt (55,739 posts)
An Open Letter to You
Last edited Wed Nov 20, 2013, 12:05 PM - Edit history (1)
"At Eternity's Gate," Vincent van Gogh.
An Open Letter to You
By William Rivers Pitt
Truthout | Op-Ed
Wednesday 20 November 2013
There are days, now and again, when I feel as if my skull is going to seethe through my face, as if I want to eat my teeth, and I want to simply lay waste to everything, because the absolute worst I could do would be better than leaving the current arrangement intact.
van Gogh huh? So willie, when are you cutting off your ear? :popcorn:
-
van Gogh huh? So willie, when are you cutting off your ear? :popcorn:
A better idea would be to cut off his writing hand and save everyone some misery.
-
(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/wasp69/Own_it.png)
-
Now Willie, just remember to cut along with the vein, not across like in the movies. We've got to make sure you get something right once in your life.
(http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/9/1/6/6/1/orig-191661.jpg)
-
Seriously, Willie--your shit might play at the local college, but most of us here in Cow Hampshire are tired of your shit.
Go back to Boston already.
-
Go back to Boston already.
He can't.
DUmmy Raven can't afford his Boston rent, and now she has to pay gigantic democrat medical premiums for his family as well as herself.
Pitt doesn't care. When you're blind drunk it hardly matters where your apartment is located.