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justinspoliticalcorner

Emma Gonzalez directly called out Trump, the GOP, and the NRA for enabling the murder of children.

Oliver Willis at Shareblue:

A Florida teenager who survived the massacre at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High in Parkland, Florida, issued a rousing call to action at a rally against gun violence.

Emma Gonzalez declared that the shooting at her school should be “the last mass shooting.”

And she responded directly to Trump’s tweet, which blamed students at the school for not reporting on the shooter’s behavior before the event.

“We did,” Gonzalez said, “time and time again, since he was in middle school.”

“We need to pay attention to the fact that this isn’t just a mental health issue,” she continued. “He wouldn’t have harmed that many students with a knife.”

“How about we stop blaming the victims for something that was the shooter’s fault?” she demanded, and called out those who do deserve to shoulder that blame.

“[The people] who let him buy the guns in the first place. Those at the gun shows. The people who encouraged him to buy accessories for his guns to make them fully automatic. The people who didn’t take them away from him when they knew that he expressed homicidal tendencies. And I am not talking about the FBI. I am talking about the people that he lived with, I’m talking about the neighbors who saw him outside holding guns.”

And Gonzalez again did not let Trump’s responsibility go unremarked upon

“If the president wants to come up to me and tell me to my face that it was a terrible tragedy, and how it should never have happened, and maintain telling us that nothing is going to be done about it, I’m going to happily ask him I’m going to happily ask him how much money he received from the National Rifle Association.”

Gonzalez then called attention to the $30 million spent by the NRA in support of Trump in the 2016 presidential election, and how that translates onto each life lost to gun violence.

“That comes out to being $5800. Is that how much these people are worth to you, Trump?” She asked.

“To every politician who has taken donations from the NRA: Shame on you!”

The crowd erupted into a loud chant, echoing her cry: “Shame on you!”

Emma Gonzalez and her Florida community are not allowing Trump, the Republican Party, or the NRA to intimidate them into silence. They are speaking up to defend their families, and shaming those who enable this epidemic of violence.

The video of the full speech by Emma Gonzalez, via CNN’s YouTube:

angelsaxis

I hate the sensationalist headline but this is a really amazing, chilling speech.

wnq-psychology

Kay Redfield Jamison | @wnq-psychology | @fyp-psychology

carlosv91-blog

A matter of time.

What W.A.S

I want to be the one who

Pacifies the violent shrieks

That claw at the inner layers

Of your flesh and bone

I want to be the one who runs his fingers

Through the canefields of your curls

Instead of a sturdy brush or a comb

I want to be the release, tu suspiro

The getaway from your agony

The melody que te calma

And the voice que ilumina tu alma

I want to be the reason your eyes light up

In awe, as if late night

Fireworks over seis banderas en fiesta

I want to be more que un fin de semana

More than hotel sex, more than a hangover

More than scrambled eggs and pancakes

More than biscuits and gravy

Inside of a San Antonio Denny's diner

I want to be the endless road trip

Donde el horizonte continúa

Like the extended plains under

El caluroso sol de Tejas

I want to be ... I want to be ...

Pero no me dejas

I want to be more than a

Forty five minute conversation

In your rental soccer mom van

During your weekend trip up to Boston

I want our palabras to no longer act

As a liason between nuestros besos

I want to be the word you used

To refer to el cabrón ese

Pero ya reclamo el titulo

I want your sentiments to scream to me

Hoy pensé en ti y te extraño cariño

I want to be ... I want to be ...

Tu favorito, tu copa de vino

But like the curse of this life

Tu y yo, no somos infinitos

I want to be the guy that got it right at sixteen

The one who tamed the Bronx in you

A tipo estilo New Yorkino

I want to be .... I want to be ... what was

After all these years

Pero ya tienes otro, mejor me retiro ...

- Solrac

wnq-quotes

Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer –it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Markus Zusak

The Book Thief | @theliteraryjournals

(via wnq-quotes)

purplebuddhaquotes

Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

Tennessee Williams (via purplebuddhaquotes)

....

wnq-philosophy

Alan Watts | @wnq-philosophy

carlosv91-blog

Head where your feet are.

bandaidsfortheheart

Maybe I mastered the art of moaning in your mouth when I realized the way it made your nails dig deep into my skin. I like that, you know. You, digging into me. But no matter how much I moan this thing between us has only ever been skin deep. And that’s not enough. I need you to carve your name into my bone.

Skin Deep, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

Te Buscaré

In the midst of

Your dull day

I failed to shine

A ray of light

To liven the

Grey heavens that

Hovered over and

Abducted you of

Your benevolence

Doomed you gloom

Possessed your glee

Morphed your smile

From ear to ear

To a wretched arc

That shed you tear

I should’ve been there

Alleviating your pain

Shined a ray of light

To give you gain

To liven

The grey heavens

With your favorite red

Of rose flourescence

I should've shined

A ray of light

But I failed you … love

Indeed abducted into the

Forever depths

Of cold irrelevance

I’ll find you …

- Solrac

Cabal.

Like a white light in her. Like a sun. She came to the ferocious moonlight. A broken girl, atop broken stalks of cane. Pain everywhere but alive. Alive.

- Junot Diaz "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao"

God dammit Belicia Cabral is as tough as they come.

#fiction #junot diaz #tough as nails #writing #books #stories

poems-and-word

Buen Dia

We wake

I reach around

Pulling you towards me

You roll over

Into my arms

Your nested sanctuary

Where lovely face

Meets charming chest

Your troubles exiled

Into the depths of banishment

Where my lips silence

The voice of anxiety

That stalks you like

My tongue does to your

Silk smooth flesh

Starting at your neck

And on to your flawless bosoms

Your gasps call for more

Galloping the plains

Of your abdomen

Surfing on the waves

Of tus caderas

I proceed to pirouette

My way down below

Your oo’s your ahh’s

Your just like that’s

Y tus hay papis

Give me goosebumps

I’m here to please you love

It’s not about me

I’ll soothe away

Your tense sunrises

That dread your

Coming work hours

Just a few more minutes love

Let me at the very least

Hush you away

In this cumming hour

- Solrac

sixspencenonethewiser-blog

I’m the sponge that absorbs the problems of the people around me, listening to their problems, balancing their freshly unloaded burdens carefully until they walk away lighter and freer. And for a while, like a sponge I do my job effectively and people flock to me to shed the weight of their worlds. Many become greedy and take bits of my sponge home with them when they leave. Eventually like a sponge I become full of the problems of the world. My once effective absorption is now leaving streaks of dirt, bits falling from the tops of my stacks. I spit Venom at the world around me. People are suddenly surprised I have no tolerance for any more problems, one sided relationships and empty words. A sponge can only hold so much before it bursts.

-excerpts from a book i’ll never write (sixspencenonethewiser)

carlosv91-blog

I'm tired.