"Get me a shotgun and shoot all the Amish I see"

I am back. I have been busy in a reflective sense. It was the Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur) yesterday. That can only mean one thing, for me at least, and that is reflection on life and death. I have been subconsciously consumed by death for a while (actually, I am thinking about 35 years or more, but that is a story for my analyst, if you can call him that, his name is Jack, Jack Daniels or is it Jim Beam, maybe he is more seafaring and is Captain Morgan, I digress). It is something about this time of year on both the Julian and Hebrew calendars.

Oh yeah, it all coincides with the death of my father, sixteen years ago. That is why this time of year puts me in reflective state of mind. Oh well, that is my burden to carry and not yours so let us get on with the show.

What is going on in the US? I mean school hostage takings, molestations, killings in Colorado, Wisconsin and Pennsylvania, what the fuck is up with that? The latest has my head spinning. It is the one in Pennsylvania, where the dude shot and killed 6 female Amish students. Who has a grudge against the Amish? They provide cool corn brooms and great porn, why shoot them? I just cannot understand that one.

I realize that I have not really read the news reports on this guy. I am in the dark here! (said in my best Al Pacino voice--Scent of a Woman). I think it is great that I give stage directions as I write. I have an idea, "Ravings of a Well Adjusted Madman"-the Musical, based on a blog by me. I have to start writing the music for that one. It could actually be a one man show, with me singing and dancing. There could be money in this, if I had the talent. Then again, when did lack of talent ever get in anybody's way. Carrot Top has a career.

Why would somebody shoot up the Amish female young'uns? Somebody explain that one to me. I can understand shooting up Jebidiah. I mean he cut you off with his damn buggy, then gave you the finger when you honked your horn. That is understandable, but the young'uns. What could they have ever done to you? They are so inbred that you would never really see them, unless you went to Pennsylvania Dutch country and partook in their pie baking, butter churning, barn building, buggy fucking ways. My head is shaking. I just cannot comprehend and sadly I comprehend much of human depravity (I may not partake, as it may or may not be my cup of tea, but I can comprehend and say "Enjoy that" or "How is that working for you" as your significant other runs the box grater along your genitals. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and stupid and clever, apparently). This I do not understand.

Damn voices! Ciao!