S.E. Cupp and Michael Moore get Sweaty on HBO’s Real Time with Bill Maher

Recently on HBO’s Real Time with Bill Maher,  Bill had the very liberal Michael Moore and the very conservative S.E. Cupp.  I knew as soon as the conversation switched to Gun Control sparks would fly but I was more surprised to hear how obtuse the Right Wing Poster Girl’s argument was on Gun Registration.  I really don’t understand the logic in her thoughts.  S.E. Cupp, the very attractive conservative that tries to fool you into thinking she is smart by wearing glasses on her quite perfect face when, in fact, it only makes her look like every boy’s fantasy of their perfect librarian in a Playboy Magazine fantasy, actually said she feels that registering her gun(s) makes her feel like and I quote, ” a criminal”.  Hmmm, now how many criminals do you hear about that REGISTER THEIR WEAPONS???  This shows exactly what we all have long felt from the right wing politicos that they feel they should do what they want when they want and how ever they want without any accountability or responsibility to the rest of the citizens of this country.  I see articles and posts of how Ms. Cupp schooled Michael Moore on the stats of mass shootings but I don’t see anyone stepping up and challenging her on this ridiculous notion that gun owners shouldn’t register their weapons in case they are stolen or lost and then used in a crime so we can track it down from step one and follow the trail to the ACTUAL CRIMINAL!

English: , circa 2010.

English: , circa 2010. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why do most if not all of the Right Wing gun owners think this way?  It’s quite disturbing to think that most if not all mass shootings are done by RIGHT WING EXTREMISTS and the same club that those nut jobs are linked to do not want to be linked to their own guns.  Then why register your vehicle and when it gets stolen just throw up your arms(with hands) and say, “Oh well guess I’ll just buy another car…Touche’. ”  In fact lets just stop registering everything…including with whom we MARRY.  That’s right, lets stop registering who we decide to love and spend the rest of our lives with (or a few weeks if you are a celebrity) that way no one will know on any database just who it is we have living with us and sharing are our lives.  The Conservative Right wants to make sure just those that they approve of get married but we as a whole or 90% of the country to be exact want a Gun Registration and Background Checks but we don’t matter, just the ones that lost the last two elections do.  The Right Wing Conservatives are attacking and want to impeach President Obama over Benghazi yet they kept quiet and still do over the 13 Embassy attacks during George W. Bush’s 8 years in office.  Oh yeah, there’s nothing fishy about those 13 Embassy attacks but that one under Obama, now that one was just unacceptable!

Lastly I would like to speak on the point that Fox News and the Conservatives are having a boner over.  Yes that fact is that mass shootings are on the decline even though there just was one in New Orleans last weekend during a Mother’s Day Parade.  How about we change the opponent you tell that fact to.  How about you stand in front of the families of the dead and the survivors of the Aurora Colorado shootings?  How about you give those statistics to families of those children killed in the Sandy Hook shootings?  And after you tell them not to worry, the shootings are going down….they are less and less every year.  I bet you all of the Gold in Fort Knox that they could give two shits about your stupid statistics because there are no statistics that you can show them that will bring their amazing and beautiful children back.  It wouldn’t matter if Columbine never happened, nor Aurora or any of the other school shootings that have happen in the years passed.  Even if nothing terrible had happened in the 20 years before December 14, 2013, nothing else matters but to protect our citizens and their children so it doesn’t happen again.  And if registering your gun is that small step that you can take to make sure you did what was right in case your gun gets stolen or lost or if allowing yourself to get a background check to make sure that others that try to buy a gun are not in fact mentally ill or have an ACTUAL criminal past…..then why not?  I feel those that do not want a registry or background checks are hiding something and those that speak out about not wanting that to happen should be moved to the top of the scrutiny list.

Now as I know that Ms. Cupp is actually very smart, I don’t completely mean to use her political sides antics against them but I am just appalled that someone her age wouldn’t be able to see through her elders’ antics of the past.  Its time there is a Right Wing Talking Head that uses their common sense.  Let there be a day that I can write or say that last sentence without hearing a sarcastic chuckle in my head that exclaims, “OXYMORON!”

Here’s the bottom line…if I can not get a $7.25 an hour job without getting a background check and then being “approved” to ask you for your Speedy card, then you shouldn’t own a weapon unless you get a background check as well.

 

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Thank you Sandy Hook Teachers!!

Tuesday night I began to get messages and comments left on my Facebook page from the teachers at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut.  They have received my Inspiration Angels that I sent a week after the tragedy.  They began telling me so many wonderful things.  I seriously had to sit back in my chair for a while and compose myself.  It was truly heartwarming to hear from one teacher that out of all of the donations given, MY Inspiration Angels have seemed to comfort them and bring smiles back on to the faces of those that have gone through something that you and I have only experienced in our worst nightmares.  I couldn’t have asked for a better compliment.  I am truly touched and humbled by the amazing responses.  You can see for yourself on my page at : https://www.facebook.com/pages/TBT-Creations-Thoughts-Become-Things/146252698756981?ref=hl

After receiving all of these awesome responses I feel it only necessary to now begin to donating a part of each sale from every Inspiration Angel necklace sold.  I am donating $3 per necklace sold and you can find out how to order from my Etsy Page :

http://www.etsy.com/shop/TBTCreations

This has been a MOST INSPIRING WEEK!  SPREAD THE WORD!!  Lets keep the cycle of giving alive!  

“I am Adam Lanza’s Mother” It’s time to talk about mental illness. Written by Liza Long

Friday’s horrific national tragedy—the murder of 20 children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in New Town, Connecticut—has ignited a new discussion on violence in America. In kitchens and coffee shops across the country, we tearfully debate the many faces of violence in America: gun culture, media violence, lack of mental health services, overt and covert wars abroad, religion, politics and the way we raise our children. Liza Long, a writer based in Boise, says it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.

Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants.

“I can wear these pants,” he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises.

“They are navy blue,” I told him. “Your school’s dress code says black or khaki pants only.”

“They told me I could wear these,” he insisted. “You’re a stupid bitch. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights!”

“You can’t wear whatever pants you want to,” I said, my tone affable, reasonable. “And you definitely cannot call me a stupid bitch. You’re grounded from electronics for the rest of the day. Now get in the car, and I will take you to school.”

I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me.

A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9 year old siblings knew the safety plan—they ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me.

That conflict ended with three burly police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didn’t have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for Zyprexa and a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist.

We still don’t know what’s wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD, Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. He’s been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work.

At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When he’s in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. He’s in a good mood most of the time. But when he’s not, watch out. And it’s impossible to predict what will set him off.

Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the district’s most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who can’t function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18.

The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, “Look, Mom, I’m really sorry. Can I have video games back today?”

“No way,” I told him. “You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly.”

His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. “Then I’m going to kill myself,” he said. “I’m going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself.”

That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right.

“Where are you taking me?” he said, suddenly worried. “Where are we going?”

“You know where we are going,” I replied.

“No! You can’t do that to me! You’re sending me to hell! You’re sending me straight to hell!”

I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. “Call the police,” I said. “Hurry.”

Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldn’t escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. I’m still stronger than he is, but I won’t be for much longer.

The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperwork—“Were there any difficulties with… at what age did your child… were there any problems with.. has your child ever experienced.. does your child have…”

At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. You’ll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing.

For days, my son insisted that I was lying—that I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, “I hate you. And I’m going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here.”

By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. I’ve heard those promises for years. I don’t believe them anymore.

On the intake form, under the question, “What are your expectations for treatment?” I wrote, “I need help.”

And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense.

I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza’s mother. I am Dylan Klebold’s and Eric Harris’s mother. I am Jason Holmes’s mother. I am Jared Loughner’s mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho’s mother. And these boys—and their mothers—need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.

According to Mother Jones, since 1982, 61 mass murders involving firearms have occurred throughout the country. Of these, 43 of the killers were white males, and only one was a woman. Mother Jones focused on whether the killers obtained their guns legally (most did). But this highly visible sign of mental illness should lead us to consider how many people in the U.S. live in fear, like I do.

When I asked my son’s social worker about my options, he said that the only thing I could do was to get Michael charged with a crime. “If he’s back in the system, they’ll create a paper trail,” he said. “That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anything done. No one will pay attention to you unless you’ve got charges.”

I don’t believe my son belongs in jail. The chaotic environment exacerbates Michael’s sensitivity to sensory stimuli and doesn’t deal with the underlying pathology. But it seems like the United States is using prison as the solution of choice for mentally ill people. According to Human Rights Watch, the number of mentally ill inmates in U.S. prisons quadrupled from 2000 to 2006, and it continues to rise—in fact, the rate of inmate mental illness is five times greater (56 percent) than in the non-incarcerated population.

With state-run treatment centers and hospitals shuttered, prison is now the last resort for the mentally ill—Rikers Island, the LA County Jail and Cook County Jail in Illinois housed the nation’s largest treatment centers in 2011.

No one wants to send a 13-year old genius who loves Harry Potter and his snuggle animal collection to jail. But our society, with its stigma on mental illness and its broken healthcare system, does not provide us with other options. Then another tortured soul shoots up a fast food restaurant. A mall. A kindergarten classroom. And we wring our hands and say, “Something must be done.”

I agree that something must be done. It’s time for a meaningful, nation-wide conversation about mental health. That’s the only way our nation can ever truly heal.

God help me. God help Michael. God help us all.

(Originally published at The Anarchist Soccer Mom.)

liza long is an author, musician, and erstwhile classicist. she is also a single mother of four bright, loved children, one of whom has special needs.
This article needs to read and shared by ALL and finally it needs to understood before it is too late……again.