So, we as a nation are in grief. I for one grieve for the loss of innocent civilians on American soil.
My hometown is Orlando, Florida. All of my formative young adult memories took place there.
First love, first time making love, first true heart break, first job, met Mrs. Crazed American II there. I acted on stage and TV there. I went to a great high school there, had great teachers. I love that crazy, weird, touristy town. I left from Orlando, to join the US Army and attend a small engineering school in the Hudson Valley of New York.
I dropped out of that school, and returned home, although, home wasn't back in Orlando. My parent had moved, so I think, even to this day, going back to Orlando (which I haven't spent a lot of time in since) always feels great.
A warrior of the caliphate of the Islamic State entered a crowded night club (one apparently that he had been a regular at, and he apparently had a Jack'd account (like Grindr) as well), with a SIG MPX (AR15 variant, I guess - takes STANAG mags and has a different gas system) and a pistol, and killed 50 people, wounding 53 more.
I do want to state for clarity that there is a possibility that a few of the killed and wounded may have been a result of friendly fire. It is heartbreaking, but also a reality of a firefight, especially in a crowded, kinetic and life or death struggle. I hope it not to be the case, but if it is, I hope all involved realize that that pig, that defiler of his purported faith, that slayer of the unarmed and innocent, HAD to be stopped before he killed many, many more.
The Crazed American is a proud ally of the LGBTQ community. I am a proud son of Orlando.
I call on the POTUS to petition Congress to pass an Act, a Declaration of War against Islamic State of Iraq and Syria.
Anything less is cowardice. If we are going to be at war, then we should be at war.
How many more acts of war must a people endure?
Crazed American, out.
Note: I am not voting for Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, not now, not ever.
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