COmmon sense, grandma style
Grandma, on Killing terrorists
Grandma sat on the couch watching the news.
The news was about the Boston bombers getting caught and tried. I noticed it as I walked by the TV.
Grandma got up and started yelling.
“Donny, can you believe?”
“What grandma?”
“De terrorists. From Boston. You remember? de bombs and de people running?"
"Yes I remember, during the Boston marathon"
"Das right. Dey get put in de jails. De get a good trial” She waved her hand at the screen in digust.
“I know dey get de BEST lawyers, and de best food, and de best room in de jails.”
She stood up, and she got more angry and passionate as she spoke.
“Why dey do dat? Why dey spend my money like dat? Dey spend my, and you tax money on de terrorists." She shook her head.
"Dis is really digusting. De terrorists should get a bullet to de brain. Das it. Cost maybe" She thought about it for a quick second, "50 cents. Das it. No more money we should spend on dese animals. Just one bullet, right here, like dis” She pointed to the center of her forehead, indicating exactly where the bullet should go.
She tapped her forehead and said over and over
“right here, right here, like dis. Just like dis. Dis is what de get”
I smiled from ear to ear. Without ever having one conversation about it, she had taken the words right out of my mouth.
She understood my lifes philosophies, and she articulated them simply and succinctly. All I wanted to do at that moment was give grandma a big hug, and then let her watch me kill a terrorist with a bullet to the brain. I knew it would make her incredibly happy to see that.
She would probably jump with joy.
I felt like a cat who wanted to bring a dead mouse home and show it to its owner like a prize.
This is why we get along.
Grandma sat on the couch watching the news.
The news was about the Boston bombers getting caught and tried. I noticed it as I walked by the TV.
Grandma got up and started yelling.
“Donny, can you believe?”
“What grandma?”
“De terrorists. From Boston. You remember? de bombs and de people running?"
"Yes I remember, during the Boston marathon"
"Das right. Dey get put in de jails. De get a good trial” She waved her hand at the screen in digust.
“I know dey get de BEST lawyers, and de best food, and de best room in de jails.”
She stood up, and she got more angry and passionate as she spoke.
“Why dey do dat? Why dey spend my money like dat? Dey spend my, and you tax money on de terrorists." She shook her head.
"Dis is really digusting. De terrorists should get a bullet to de brain. Das it. Cost maybe" She thought about it for a quick second, "50 cents. Das it. No more money we should spend on dese animals. Just one bullet, right here, like dis” She pointed to the center of her forehead, indicating exactly where the bullet should go.
She tapped her forehead and said over and over
“right here, right here, like dis. Just like dis. Dis is what de get”
I smiled from ear to ear. Without ever having one conversation about it, she had taken the words right out of my mouth.
She understood my lifes philosophies, and she articulated them simply and succinctly. All I wanted to do at that moment was give grandma a big hug, and then let her watch me kill a terrorist with a bullet to the brain. I knew it would make her incredibly happy to see that.
She would probably jump with joy.
I felt like a cat who wanted to bring a dead mouse home and show it to its owner like a prize.
This is why we get along.