Where are the men when a "lil' punk bitch man" threatens a woman with a gun?
I'm not at inner peace, nor do I stand by idly.
Volatility is not my forte and I'm pissed and simmering towards insanity after the toughest year of my life...i'm tired of getting pushed, but you'd be amazed what I can take and what I've taken unbeknownst to anyone.
Our community must come together and stand together against and over violence and ignorance!
If i have to survive to testify and bear witness to such ignorance, or offer my life against it, that's my duty, otherwise I'm as bad as them, but I'm honestly unsure how to act right now when I would like to hurt this deserving pos.
I pray... pray they don't find themselves near me. I pray for us each to think healthier and not hurt others. It's a fukked up sick cycle that repeats too. I still want to smash this person until I know they will never stop seeing me in their face again, until they never threaten another again... I know the hurt they are the only causation of, and it's going to stop.
What's your move if your me? Really?
There's nobody to speak to. That part of law enforcement has already transpired and failed, it appears, thus far.
So what's next? I know my studies and statistics. I want to prevent whats likely next. I want to make certain there can be zero further escalation in a case I understand, as a fly on a wall, and objectively... but equally passionately.
I watched the escalation in this difficult situation nobody can turn and run from, as it involves a family.
Where do we solve these problems in society and in the home and in the spirit?
How do we lead others to answers and with open arms?
I'm getting older, angrier, and bolder...and it's not at all my hearts desires, but the experience of life around me is really shredding me in several directions right now as I gain my strength and footing into a world I'm not very fond of anymore.
My house is sanctity to such insanity, I always promise this!
I can't be the Saviour, and if i don't say this, I don't want to be a hypocrite.
How do we heal?
Why do others abuse substances until a state of intoxication?
Why and when do we need interventions?
What's a cry for help?
How do you escape a dangerous volatile situation and save yourself when your a woman in need of help with children?
Without being ignorant please, share your experience towards positive answers or warn of cautions, as this record is nearing some kind of certain end.
Where is the corrections in rehabilitation?
Where is the accountability in the courts with the judges? The judicial? The legislative? The family and the individual?
Why do we settle for today abundant societal failures?
Why do we accept the multi pronged attacks upon our finest of well intended, solid, proven institutions?
