Can You Kill Yourself For Fun Please?

Eddie Cochran!

Luscious locks, truly.

Pretty cool. My daughter and I grooved on this while we walked to her school this morning. Nice tempo-setting song for walking... and we may have free-form danced in the process. Love Daughter-Dad walks!

rest in peace leelah. you’re gone, but not forgotten

It's always a sad moment when a child resorts to this to escape loneliness and despair. Parents out there: just because you don't understand or necessarily approve of your child/children's preferences in ANYTHING, please do not box them in and shut them down. Explore who and what the child is and what he or she is experiencing. Look past labels and the constraints of a society that trends toward rigidity and cold rejection of anything it can't or won't understand. Embrace your child as the most precious gift you will ever, ever, EVER receive. Hold onto that gift as if it is the only thing that matters in your life, from the time that child is born into your life until the day their hands rest atop your cooling hands. Do not let that brilliant star die, and please stoke the fires of love and humanity that burn as embers in the children. Know love and grace, and live eternally through your children.

For Leelah Alcorn, may you rest in beautiful repose in a greater existence. I never knew you, but as a person and a parent, I feel your absence from this world. My tears flow for what was lost to the world.

And for Leelah's parents: You don't deserve the other children in your life, not if you are so willing to throw one aside to mold your life for the approval of others. May you spend the rest of your petty, pointless lives mired in shame and regret. And I hope your other children abandon you as you did Leelah.

Had to re-post this because now, more than ever before, being all in this together seems more real, more genuine, even if that is a frightening proposition. Please, if you happen upon someone who is homeless or otherwise marginalized and/or forgotten, find charity in your heart and give that HUMAN a hand, a dollar, a cup of coffee, a sandwich, or whatever you can muster. And please do it with a smile, a warm touch of your hand, and an inaudible prayer to God. Because, at any time, that could me or you...

I found this today on a silent, solitary hike around my town, Leesburg, VA. I think it's safe to say, given this person's accommodations under a bridge, that, per the graffiti, that this human's not 'kk'. Far fucking from it. I ventured closer, but saw no one "home," so I said a small prayer and left a $20 bill inside the meager "front door." I hope this person has a better night than the last one. Please pray or, if you're not a spiritual person, but still consider yourself connected to humanity and The Universe, send good thoughts to the Cosmos that this person rises out of her or his current station. And if you happen to come upon something like this in your environs, I hope you have the wherewithal to lend a hand of compassion and charity.

Because we're all in this together...

Cringe bait

It's like she was practicing the drunken monkey style of kung-fu. I wonder at every flail of her limbs. I hope she was okay.

Kinda reminds me of something from the recent past... rewind to late 2015 and again to pre-election 2016: How many Clintonian insiders died mysteriously and/or prematurely?

THEY'RE ALL MURDERERS...

Fucking creepy ass dolls...

Shared from Bing:

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Wag the Dog - Wikipedia

Read slowly and deliberately...

And while doing so, please don't ignore those itchy feelings that ripple underneath your skin as if to say: You're seeing this movie, again or for the first time, as it is being produced. Ukraine is the new Albania, much to the delight of a certain mockish President...