F-Bomb.

WARNING: Cursing.

In real life, I swear like a sailor. Maybe it's because I'm Canadian... although plenty of Canadians never use four-letter-words. I'm one of the ones who does; yes, there are days when every single sentence that comes out of my mouth is punctuated by an expletive. I even make my kids blush sometimes.

But on the Internet, I rarely use colourful language. I think it's something to do with my professional background producing animation for kids. Also, I can't deny a lingering fear that no brands will want to work with my blog if I let loose...even though I don't really shill for The Man out here. Nonetheless, the fear persists.

So I pepper little asterisks into the occasional hot-words hoping to cool them off: but whenever I read through my archives I think it f*cking looks like dishonest sh*t.

Filter is on! Mostly. Self censorship sucks.

There's some stories that just can't be told without dropping an F-Bomb, dammit.

Like many, many bloggers before me I've arrived at a fork in the road: do I continue to substitute the eff word with "freaking", "FUQ", and "fark-a-doodle"? Or do I push the boundaries and use my true, honest and uncensored voice?

Today, now, here on my blog, I will drop the F-Bomb. And I will do it with reckless abandon and, hopefully, inimitable style.



If you don't like it...then simply fuck off.

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Guns.

This old friend of mine loves guns. He plays shoot'em up video games, runs through the forest playing paint-ball, goes to firing ranges, and says he keeps toy replicas of lots of different guns, and one or two real ones.

I myself am wary of guns and their glorification, which I believe leads to a disconnect from the reality of actual killing.

Yesterday someone got hold of some guns and killed so many children and teachers. There's heated convos on Facebook and Twitter about how and why this could happen. People feel helpless, and it's heart breaking.

Some say that mental illness is the cause of such acts and that until we properly care for our sick, such violence will continue. Others argue that countries with stricter gun control experience fewer massacres and lower gun violence. Still others defend their right to keep and bear arms - a right bestowed on them centuries ago.

They want to protect "them and theirs" but from what enemy? Aliens? Zombies? An invading army...? Or simply other people with guns?

I wonder if it makes them feel safer...I wonder if they truly are safer.

I'm trying to put myself in other people's shoes, trying to understand...but all I can see is the astonishingly sad decline of humanity. The "enemy" is in our hearts and it's blowing us all away...

Two years ago my gun-loving friend became a father. Today he's getting rid of his guns and pleading with others to do the same. He still loves guns; but he loves his daughter more.

Where do you stand on this divisive issue?

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