Report from the Killing Floor: "As I lay down in the blood of strangers waiting for the bullet to end my 22 years...."

Yo, kid:

Wanta survive this? Get fucking mad, and swear to never again be a victim. Grow up and get even. The beginning of maturity is the realization that not everybody has your best interests at heart.

Posted by Rob De Witt at November 16, 2015 3:26 PM

Blah, blah, blah.

You scream, then you leap.

All the west is able to do these days is yap.

Posted by Fred Z at November 16, 2015 4:08 PM

Not a word about revenge.
We are at war with islam. The only thing that will end it is blood and death: ours or theirs. No third option.

JWM

Posted by jwm at November 16, 2015 9:45 PM

Man, lots of tough talk aimed at a young lady who…survived. I’ll believe there are many names for such but douchebags is the first that comes to mind.

The words were written a mere day after what obviously, at least to some with a brain and an ounce of compassion, was a horrific experience. She describes the moments of terror and what she, and others, did to make it alive when many did not. She goes on to tell of the compassion her fellow survivors and others show towards each other in a desperate time of need.

And you judge her for what she didn’t do or say.

Pathetic, the whole lot of you.

Don’t bother firing back at me, I will not return to this thread, less I fell even more filthy for having read your original comments.

Posted by tim at November 17, 2015 9:20 AM

Great job, Tim! Doubling down on the progressive mindlessness that translates only to naive cowardliness! And you've tripled down by refusing to stay and debate. Definition = Pussy!

Compassion? No! Stupidity or cupidity? Yes!

The world does revolve around or bow to your most fervent wishes, Tim. Its a mean, cruel place where you have to recognize EVIL when it rears its ugly head and vow with all your might to defeat it and drive it from the world.

Posted by Old Codger at November 17, 2015 9:34 AM

As the pressure grows they will reveal their faces.

You may not see them now but soon you will, and there's a LOT of them. More than you can imagine.

Problem is, they look and act (for the most part) just like you and me. But they ain't. They are something else.

They dance on the noose they've invited, even if their invitation was tacit, they still dance that jig, silently. They laugh under their breath at you.

The noose is ever tightening, that's what nooses do. otherwise it's just a harmless loop. At some point the noose will touch their toe and they will call out, and their face will be revealed.

At that very moment is the time to act.
Dawdling may be your peril.

Posted by ghostsniper at November 17, 2015 7:53 PM