Wake Up America!


Before you read any further I want you to imagine this.  Imagine the sounds of cell phones of 50+ people ringing but going unanswered.  Loved ones calling the victims to see if they are OK, only to have their calls go unanswered for hours.  The chiming of text tones rivaling the sounds of a pinball machine.   That’s the sound track that played as the first responders waded through bodies in PULSE night club asking victims to “raise your hand if you are alive”.

It’s taken me almost 48 hours to figure out how to put into words how I feel about the MURDERS that took place in Orlando yesterday morning.  So without further ado… here goes.

I’m devastated.  It’s an act of TERROR.  It’s an act of War.

The massacre in Orlando was deliberate and disgusting.  Hate crime doesn’t even begin to cover it.  What happened in Orlando, the largest massacre in US history, was a hate crime against not just a group of American’s but America in general.  Because, NEWSFLASH, Radical Islamist hate America, Americans, and everything we stand for.  So that being said does that mean I am now under attack.  Because I choose love?  Because I choose to accept everyone regardless of their skin color, religious affiliation or sexual orientation?  I for one am proud to stand with the LGBTQ community.

If you think that gun control and stricter gun laws would have prevented this attack you need to get your head out of your ass.  If it wasn’t an AR-15 it would have been a bomb.  And if it weren’t a bomb it would have been a  plane.  It would have happened regardless because of ISIS and their hate for not only the LGBTQ community but for Americans in general.

This hits close to home for me because I live in Key West, FL.  Our motto is One Human Family. I walk past drag queens on the reg and just the other day got glitter bombed at a housewarming party by a dude wearing black angel wings and a tube sock.   Everyone is accepted here, everyone.  And I don’t want to have to worry about my black angel winged friend Max, the drag queen next door,  or myself for that matter just for having fun and being myself.

This toddler pretty much sums up what I’d like to say (aside from fuck off) to ISIS and everyone else who thinks America is so terrible:

The person who committed this act pledged allegiance to ISIS when HE made the  911 call in Orlando.  This person was on the FBI watch list and interviewed on more than one occasion for radical Islamic ties.  This person cheered”that’s what America deserves” during the 9/11 attacks, while his classmates watched in horror.  This shit is real.  And it’s scary.  What happened yesterday will go down in history.  Think 9/11, think Paris, think Boston, think San Bernardino, and now sadly, think Orlando.

I’m sick of the political correctness in this country.  I’m tired of the leaders of our country using a time out approach for ISIS.  Whatever happened to taking your belt off and whipping some ass?   I mean Jesus, I’m not one for corporal punishment but how many people have to die before not only our country to realize that ISIS isn’t just some piddly underground group in the desert.  These are calculated killers that have amassed a large following and are continuing to grow.


And yes, Arney, ISIS is a tumor.  ISIS is America’s tomahhhhh.   ISIS is the world’s tumor.  And someone needs to grow or find some balls and do something about it.  Has anyone seen the captain’s balls?

It’s doubtful anything will change in the next few months but I urge you to take stock in the upcoming election. It’s important.  Do your own research and draw your own conclusions.  Don’t believe all the media hype but do use it as a catalyst to do your own research on the issues that are important to you.  To say this election is important is an understatement.  Yesterday morning ISIS took the right to vote away from 49 people, and as an American, you can’t afford not to vote.


My heart and prayers go out to those who lost their lives in Orlando as well as the friends and family of both the victims and survivors.  I am so so sorry and cannot even begin to imagine what you have been through and the long road to recovery ahead.