

Gwen Schroeder
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Today’s the day! Election Day is finally here. Know your rights when voting.



I’d rather die than buzz an employee to give me deodorant




It’s shameful and sad that a hyper-promiscuous, childless woman (Taylor Swift), aging and alone with a cat, has become the heroine of a feminist age.

I may stand alone in my thoughts as the Washington Post introduces new photos of the Robb Elementary Massacre, the shooting that took my son Uziyah’s life. With nothing but love and respect to every family out there, from anybody who lost a loved one at our shooting, to the others displayed in this article, I disagree with not showing the public.I disagree with the public turning a blind eye to the reality that is America. I’ve waited nearly two years for information and our city, state, and governent still refuse to give us any. While these photos are disturbing and truly shocking, it lets you see just a modicum of the scenes that constantly invade my thoughts and nightmares. The blood you see in the photo’s are the result of children's lifelines, painting the floor because our government deems my son's life less than a gun. The body bags containing 10 year olds is a hallway our congress passes through daily, looking away in disgust. You’ll see a massive bullet hole through a door. The impact is astonishing, even more so when you put into perspective that what you see is a steel door. Now, envision that in a 10 year olds body. For myself, I don’t have to. I’ve seen what it does. One single bullet struck Uziyahs spine and blew out his stomach. I firmly believe that the Washington Post is not publishing these for shock value or click bait. They have delivered astonishing articles on the effects of mass shootings before, namely “The Blast Effect” which shows just how these bullets blow a body apart. Instead I view these as a warning. A warning to our nation that if we do not stand together, put our foot down and demand our government to do something, then it will be your loved ones body in that bag. Your loved ones blood smeared from being dragged out. Your loved ones funeral. I think the public should see. I hope its a gut punch. I hope that you feel just a twinge of that pain. And then I hope you envision your child losing their life in school, and maybe then, will it light the fire up under your ass to demand for better. I know that we post photos of Uziyah smiling and happy. Thats who he was in life. An energizer bunny who’s foot was always on the gas and never on the break. But thats not who he was in his final moments. He was terrified. He was distraught. My little boy wasn’t smiling. And yours won’t be either. As I’ve said before, and will continue to say…..It’s not a matter of if it will happen to you, its a matter of when. So view the article. Breathe it in. Smell the gunfire. See the destruction. See the pain.


Roseanne: “Aren’t we all tired of the Deep State Bullshit?”




