Robin Lipinski

Ever read something you don’t like? Of course you have. So, what did you do about it? Did you write the author and tell them they should not write? Maybe you got angry or mad.

The reactions all vary depending upon the person. For me, when reading something I don’t like is I stop reading it. Simple.

Seems like everyone is angry these days. All trying to express their own opinions/beliefs and damn those who don’t ‘agree’.

I suppose it is not appropriate to say something vulgar in a church just as it probably is not appropriate to write, “God loves you,” to a satanic worshiping forum. Or, is it?

What is appropriate to write, and when? Where? Why?

This leads me to this thought. If you’re a writer, it is always appropriate to write what you want when you want and how you want.

I do love freedom. In the United States it does appear that we enjoy some freedoms and I suppose we do when compared to such countries as North Korea or Turkey but the truth is, no one is really free.

I’m not free from having this body age and die. I’m not free from paying taxes or ‘obeying’ the laws the collective government has imposed upon me. I’m not free in many ways. Actually, not even free to write publicly, even here on wordpress as someone may become offended and thus causing wordpress to take action and suspend me from having the ‘freedom’ to write…

Fucked up? Definitely. But I will write as I see fit, even if not one person reading, likes or enjoys what I write.

Why will I write what, how, and when I want as I want?

Because that makes me happy, and NO ONE will take that freedom from me.

will war impact your life? if you served in armed conflict then the answer already is, yes. it has impacted those veterans directly and will do so the rest of their lives.

will war impact your life if you are of any gender, age, race, even if sheltered from the direct harm of the battlefield? the answer is yes.

many advocate peace and strive to abolish war, yet with the will of what means? those who advocate peace usually do so from a position of war even if they believe their actions are peaceful…

the battles of will, a war powerful in its own right. a two-year old striving to master his/her environment using the force of will they all possess at that age. years later, the battlefield changes, the tactics change, it all changes as the body matures and learns.

this is not the war i wish to write about tonight. rather, the war i talk about is a horrific war coming and sadly it is what you all want. your will, will be done.

for those clinging to the protection of what society has set up as ‘victims’, you’ll soon learn to wear a new cloak of being a victim.

there will be the lamenting so prevalent in the past history of war, there will be death, destruction, hate, disease, blame, sorrow, finger pointing…

it really does not matter as  it is the will of what you want. no blame from me to you as war is a mechanism I’m very familiar with. for me, war is a learning tool; brutal true but so is truth.

there is no doubt that each and every human would (and does) choose war over peace. humans are warriors to the very core of the marrow centered in their bones.

and, as with all wars, much will be learned, quickly to be forgotten so to prepare for the next war… and, on, and on, and on, until one day there will be a day that none today can even imagine.

for those of you clinging to the notion of salvation, of rapture, of religious justification… it is amusing to watch the antics, much like watching a lunatic try to escape a straight jacket in the war room padded so softly. you are in a position no ‘better’ or safe than the most vile and destructive maniac that has ever lived or will possess life.

this writing is no prediction of the future as the future has already arrived… many times… and it will arrive many times more. many, many, times more. you all are in a war and while some know, many of you live the fantasy of safety.

it is tiring to see the futility of a species so bent with the will of self-destruction. Abortion. Murder. Hate. Fancy words to represent the simple definition of, death. you all are born into life and all of you will forfeit your life for death, you all choose death and will continue to do so.

God? interesting. God is. Does. Wills. and so? again, you all choose war over peace. each and every one of you. What if you chose God? What would happen? it does not matter to me as the answer is simple, you will find out if you choose God, even though you still will die as this world of war dictates, but will you really die?

i do not tender discussion as to opinion, statement of worldly facts, or anything other than to know with absolute certainty that you all are going to die and in the process, embrace war until your last heart beat or last breath.

what i am and how it is all so obvious is meaningless to your life other than to point out how futile the hold this planet has on the overall value of what is true and what is not.

in my world, there is no war, no death, nothing but what is… really important, it is a world of Life.

Children killing children. Bang. Bang. Bang. And then, instantly the ‘blame’ game resumes.

Interesting how everyone seeks to blame ‘something’. Lately, any time a rifle or pistol is used to take life, there are those who ‘blame’ the weapon.

It is easy to grandstand or take a stand of, “I know the answer to the problem,” and then with bellicose, announce to the world what I know. Sorta like me typing here talking about gun violence.

So, tonight I’m going to use questions and let the reader think of the answer:

1. What are the gun mortality statistics regarding children using rifles or pistols to take other children’s lives going back 100 years?
2. Of those children taking other children’s lives with gun’s, how many of them involved shootings at school?
3. What does the data show in relation to the above data and the time video games involving extreme violence were introduced?
4. Again, using the data from #1 and #2, could there also be a correlation with the access of data available via the internet?
5. What role does social networking around the world have in reacting to the violence incurred by children killing children with guns?
6. Is it possible there is a change in a child’s thought process when using the modern technology?

I could ask endless questions to lead the reader to think of what most already have made their minds up on regarding gun violence but in today’s arena, it would be useless.

There are those so sure that getting rid of every gun in the world would solve the problem they could not be swayed from their thoughts anymore than those who think every man, woman and child should have access to guns.

There are reasons for reasons. Questions for questions. Opinions upon opinions. Facts upon billions of facts.

For me, the main cause of killing in any form is not because of video games, or pistols, or rifles, or the NRA. It is not because of political, religious, social or any other form of reason other than one simple fact. Humans are natural born killers. Each and human is born with the natural ability to kill. They are also born with the natural ability to find peace. The choice of which natural ability they are born with is then open to what environment they are raised and live in with slight modifications of behavior due to medical (physical or mental) conditions each may experience.

So much written about such simple letters used from the alphabet. L. O. V. E. or if one prefers, o,l,e,v.

I’ve written about this word many times in the past, and much like so many other words, it has so many meanings it finally ends up being meaningless.

Gay used to mean happy, now the word defines sexual preferences. Love is no different.

So, how do words apply to the meaning they are assigned for the moment? I guess it just depends on who is using the words to those listening to the words.

‘I love you,’ could just as well mean, ‘I hate you’, and vice versa. Language is indeed a strange mechanism of communication.

Guess what it all boils down to is not words and their meanings, as really there is no meaning to any word. Any word can mean absolutely anything a person wants it to represent.

We all have our various opinions and ideas on what a word should define. The word, love is no different.

For me, actions mean much more than any words. A person could smile at me while using words of whatever meaning. They could say so much pleasantries and it all would be meaningless if the actions of hate were imposed.

So, words really have no meaning. None. They are merely tools of the moment. A means of opportunity used to convey some kind of bizarre communication that could be as it was meant to be or a complete cloud of smoke.

The next time someone says something to you, believe it or not. Humans are experts in deceit. A growling dog however, growling and preparing to tear your arm off is much more honest in actions and communication than most all people could ever be.

I love that about the language of all around us, it is open, honest, and easy to understand. Human language though… Yikes!

Every so often, I get the privilege of being inspired by things much greater than I can ever be.

Today it was nice to be able to help a local rancher and his wife, deliver a large calf. The mother cow fully dilated yet unable to produce naturally what should happen.

With the cow safely confined between two wooded fences and a metal gate pushing firmly into her side, the rancher spent over a half an hour trying to get a small chain wrapped around the legs of the calf entombed inside.

Shit poured out as his hand reached inside, up almost to his shoulder. Water and shit covered him and yet he continued without pause.

It was hard to get the chain looped over the legs but finally, he got both front legs wrapped, plus the calf’s head positions so the nose would pop out as everything proceeded.

With the chain attached to a ratchet puller, the calf finally made its appearance in a quick, ‘plop’. I held the chain up off the ground so the calf’s head would not bounce off the ground.

Then, as soon as the calf was out, it was dragged a few feet and positioned on the ground with the nose pointing downhill. It struggled to breath, even as the rancher quickly cleared the nostrils and mouth from all the slime.

The first few gasps sounded as if there was some fluid inside the lungs but soon, it cleared.

The mother was released from her confines and she immediately started to mother the calf, licking the wet body laying on the wet mud covered ground.

Another calf. Another participant in the game called, life.

Amazing how easy it is to kill life but so very hard to be a participant of the creation of life, or to remain alive.

To God, i give utmost thanks. Not just for my life but for giving us Life.