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His parents said he just needed to sleep. A SWAT team came instead. MORONS

HINGHAM — As police cars rolled into his pristine suburban neighborhood last Saturday night, past the sprawling Colonials and manicured lawns, and as dozens of officers from across the region surrounded his home, Russell Reeves begged them again and again to back off.

In a bedroom upstairs his son Austin, 26, was distraught over a breakup. He had told his family he needed time alone. With him was his dog and his 9 mm handgun. If you pressure him, if he feels cornered, Reeves said he told the police, this will end with Austin killing himself.

The police listened and nodded and took notes in their notebooks, according to Reeves. And yet, more officers kept coming. Some wore camouflage and carried rifles. They set up bright lights to shine onto the house and drove a military-style vehicle into the backyard. Eventually, they broke seven upstairs windows so a mounted camera could look inside for Austin.

This made me furious. ONE trained person talking to him through the door might have averted this.
He was a danger only to himself unless he had a SAM with him.
I guess they needed to train and play with their toys.
"You can't kill yourself. We have to kill you."
(Yes I know he did shoot himself in the end but their actions made no sense. That seemed to be the motto)
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Mon Jul 17, 2017, 02:42 AM (8 replies)

For a smile!

A dad couldn't take his little girl to the amusement park. He decided to give her an exclusive ride on a rollercoaster.

Great dad!
What a fun memory!
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Fri Jul 7, 2017, 10:07 AM (1 replies)

Parents and kids.....lololololololol

Glennon Doyle
June 20, 2015 ·

Kay. At two am child 3 shook me awake from a dead sleep to report with terror that: MOMMY! I JUST OPENED MY EYES AND IT WAS ALL DARK AND I WAS ALONE IN MY BED!! Once again, I explained that this was not a description of some shocking, unique horror but THE NORMAL PROCESS OF SLEEPING. “That’s just SLEEPING,” I said to my girl as she stared at me with a face that asked: "what is this “sleeping” of which you speak???? Is this something people DO?"

At nine am I sat across the kitchen table, bleary eyed, listening to child 1 present a serious case for why he should get PAID by ME for, basically, breathing. Just breathing is what I gathered from him. Existing. Something about human rights. I don’t even know. I don’t know. What I do know is that I was so freaking tired from child 3s Breaking Sleeping News that I just picked up my coffee and said: “I need you to stop talking. Just stop talking. Now, please.”

At 10 am I took child 2 to the store to get Craig a father’s day gift. There was a bird in a cage at the store. Child 2 spent ninety seconds with this bird. Upon leaving the store, child 2 looked at me and said, “Mom, instead of buying me a horse, I’d like you to buy me a bird.” I stared at child 2 and eventually said, “WHAT THE? I am not buying you a horse, or a bird, or even a popsicle. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, child? Get in the car.” It has been one full hour and Child 2 has not stopped talking about this bird. Apparently, I have ruined her life because- and I quote: “You say you value family, mom. That bird was my family.”

I do not know. I just do not know.

Listen to me. Every time I go to speak somewhere- tired, worn out, wild eyed mamas raise their tired hands and say to me, “Glennon, I feel like I’m losing it at home. I feel CRAZY.”

LISTEN TO ME. For obvious reasons, I am no parenting expert. But I know a helluva lot about crazy. And I want you to trust me on this one. I want you to write this down and put it on your fridge for me:



Listen: I spent time in a mental hospital and I am here to report that everyone, every single one of the beautiful folks I lived in there with was more reasonable than the small people I live with now. All of them.

YOU ARE GOOD AND NORMAL AND REASONABLE. IT’S THEM. The crazy is not in your head. It’s IN YOUR HOUSE. We have to wait them out. We just have to smile and wait them out. We have fought too hard for our sanity to lose it now.

Repeat after me: It’s not me. It’s THEM.

I love you. 8 hours till bedtime. Godspeed.
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Wed Jun 21, 2017, 05:19 PM (10 replies)

In honor of Carrie Fisher.....

Always a Princess and a General.....
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Tue Jun 20, 2017, 02:49 PM (13 replies)

From an insider account of Pope and Trump.

Pope speaks fluent English... but he CHOSE to speak Spanish to Dondon.

Master troll level😈

(No I don't have a link)
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Thu May 25, 2017, 06:26 AM (5 replies)

The story of a Manchester victim- Martyn Hett. I just sat and cried.

A Mum Didn’t Sell Anything At A Craft Fair So Twitter Bought Everything

Martyn Hett is a 28-year-old from Manchester, England. What you can't see in this photo is that he's actually son of the year after he saved his mum's knitting career via Twitter.

No words...
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Wed May 24, 2017, 08:47 AM (1 replies)

Bwahahahahahaha... Trump and company are desperately trying to

get the story back to the sword dance, the curtsy or anything.

The memes about him putting his hands on the orb have taken over.
I cannot stop laughing.

Summoning Sauron.....
Calling the flying monkeys....

Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Mon May 22, 2017, 07:18 AM (13 replies)

Meet the Woman Who Cared for Hundreds of Abandoned Gay Men Dying of AIDS

Between 1984 and the mid-1990s, before better HIV drugs effectively rendered her obsolete, Ruth Coker Burks cared for hundreds of dying people, many of them gay men who had been abandoned by their families. She buried more than three dozen of them herself, after their families refused to claim their bodies. For many of those people, she is now the only person who knows the location of their graves.

It started in 1984, in a hospital hallway. Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother when she went to University Hospital in Little Rock, Ark., to help care for a friend who had cancer. Her friend eventually went through five surgeries, Burks said, so she spent a lot of time that year parked in hospitals. That’s where she was the day she noticed the door, one with “a big, red bag” over it. It was a patient’s room. “I would watch the nurses draw straws to see who would go in and check on him. It’d be: ‘Best two out of three,’ and then they’d say, ‘Can we draw again?’ ”

She knew what it probably was, even though it was early enough in the epidemic for the disease to be called GRID — gay-related immune deficiency — instead of AIDS. She had a gay cousin in Hawaii and had asked him about the stories of a gay plague after seeing a report on the news. He’d told her, “That’s just the leather guys in San Francisco. It’s not us. Don’t worry.” Still, in her concern for him, she’d read everything she could find about the disease over the previous months, hoping he was right.
Much more:http://www.out.com/positive-voices/2016/5/19/meet-woman-who-cared-hundreds-abandoned-gay-men-dying-aids

A true hero. We are not worthy.
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Sat May 20, 2017, 01:55 AM (43 replies)

Pooh coming! Piglet too.

Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Sun May 14, 2017, 09:06 AM (0 replies)

Sean Spicer was hiding in the bushes.


You cannot make this shite up.
Posted by Are_grits_groceries | Wed May 10, 2017, 08:29 AM (9 replies)
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