Thursday, July 23, 2015

Sandra Bland

I had another post in my drafts that I was working on but thats gonna have to wait. I HAVE to talk about this Sandra Bland case. I honestly haven't said much anywhere or to anyone because Strange Fruit has become the order of the day in this country as of late. But i'm gonna keep it real, this particular case is freaking me the fuck out. The whole story from the beginning was sketchy as fuck but the more details are revealed...this shit is actually horrifying.

Of course we don't believe this woman hung herself. Of course we don't believe that she was justly arrested for failing to signal her lane change or that she physically assaulted that officer. And while I obviously didn't know her personally, I find it ridiculously hard to believe that she'd up and commit suicide considering she was an outspoken social justice activist who had just landed what we've been told is her dream job.

I didn't watch the entire dash cam video.(well technically nobody did since it was clearly edited) I couldn't. Once we get to the point where she's yelling about her head being slammed into the concrete, i had had enough.

I could barely stomach this flimsy excuse of her hanging herself with a bedsheet. A story which later changed to she hung herself with a garbage bag. Bruh. A garbage bag? I'm no scientist but how the hell do you even accomplish that?

What really set me over the edge is her mugshot...more specifically the speculation surrounding it. I'm not gonna post it because I honestly can barely bring myself to look at it anymore. But to think that she might have actually already been dead before they took the picture...yo. This is BEYOND disturbing. My soul actually hurts.

Seriously. This whole thing is terrifying.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Locked and Loaded

I went to a gun range the other day. Apparently i'm a pretty good shot. Lets just hope I don't ever have to use my newly found talent lol.

One thing i can say for sure: guns are loud as f***! Oh my gosh. There was another guy already in the range when we got there and he had some ginormous assault rifle. Something straight outta Call of Duty. He let one off and oh my goodness. Everything went silent, then my ears started ringing like you wouldn't believe. Those damn ear plugs didn't do anything! Or maybe they did because i'm sure i would have gone completely deaf if not for them.

Another casings go flying every damn where. As i was shooting, my biggest fear became getting hit in the face with one. Several fell into my cleavage...or what would've been cleavage if i hadn't been wearing an appropriate shirt. And one hit my un-covered arm. It was so hot. I'm surprised it didn't leave a burn mark. Even as i was standing what i considered to be a safe distance away, i was still getting hit with spent shell casings.

Conclusion: i don't know how people shoot people (or animals or anything else really). Its loud, chaotic and the kickback/recoil after each shot is crazy.