Never Forget the Bowling Green Massacre

Kellyanne Conway gave us a sad reminder last night on MSNBC to never forget the Bowling Green Massacre that was perpetrated by radicalized Iraqi refugees in 2011. Her words that touched my heart last night … “I bet it’s brand new information to people that President Obama had a six-month ban on the Iraqi refugee program after two Iraqis came here to this country, were radicalized and they were the masterminds behind the Bowling Green massacre.”

It was only six years ago, but I have to admit I do not remember images of mourners laying flowers on the victim’s graves in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

(Not actual Bowling Green Massacre grave. Stock image grave used for comedic purposes.)

Let’s all take a look back at the facts surrounding the Bowling Green Massacre:

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March in January

My plan was to march with my wife and two of my daughters in Chicago today at the Women’s March. I wish they did this two months from now so it would be the Women’s March March. I think that would make the march be more inclusive of stutterers and help swell the number of marchers even more.

However, it feels like March in Chicago today, and it appears that there will be a record number of marchers, with or without stutterers. Alas, I will not be marching as my wife took ill last night. I have concerns about succumbing to the same malady and definitely do not want to be on a crowded train going to or from the march without access to a bathroom. Even if there was a handy bathroom, no single bathroom can control this illness (suspected norovirus) that just a week ago put our sleepy Chicago suburb on national news due to the outbreak closing our local high school for days.

Although I can’t march today, my heart and spirit is with all women and all marchers today including one of my daughters, family and friends. Stay strong.

This Isn’t a Funny Post

My critics will say that the title of this post can apply to just about any of my posts. In fact, I was just informed via Facebook from a relative (through marriage, thank God) that I am definitely not funny. Well good, then that will make this post easier to write.

There is a song in the movie MASH called “Suicide is Painless.” It’s not. It may be painless for the suicider or suicidee (I am not sure of the proper term to use), but it is certainly not painless for those that they leave behind. If I wanted to make this post all about suicide song titles (and I don’t), I would follow with R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts.”

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Leaving Town

I’m leaving town for a few days. I may not have time to post. This bit of information has been known to spontaneously cause celebrations in some parts of the USA and several US Territories (NOT Guam since I am HUGE with the Guamite Guamese people from Guam), and definitely not in Europe where I am a beloved figure and my blog is eagerly awaited by non-English speaking Eastern Europeans who immediately print each new post in order to line their birdcages. I know that there are some for whom my blog has become their heroin … highly addictive, primarily white and liable to put you to sleep.

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