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The Real Argument Against Gun Control: 911 is a joke

 



Today I am thankful for the reminder that we are responsible for our own safety. 


So...

I had to take a kiddo to a doctor's appointment. 

Sadly, I have a tendency to get lost

(so don't ask me for directions or you'll accidentally discover new places, too)

I wound up driving past Micro Center. 

My kiddo was thirsty.  I pull over into the 7-11 to get her a Slurpee, myself a coffee, and a fancy coffee for Hermes. 

It's Wednesday after all. I need to be better about honoring my deities as I'm pretty sure I irritated him a couple of months ago.*

We get our loot, hop back into the car, and hit the road.  The moment I hit Quincy, I saw a fire in the middle of the road. 

Seriously.....someone had dumped a bunch of hot coals near a bunch of overgrown, dried grass in the median.  By the time I made it near the fire, it grew a little larger. 

I asked my kiddo to dial 911. 

THEY HAD AN AUTOMATED SYSTEM WHICH PUT HER ON HOLD! 

She was on hold for a couple of minutes before I asked her to hang up, Google the fire department and call them.  So, doing as she was instructed, she called the fire department and was rerouted back to 911. 

I asked her to hang up and I'd try. 

By this time, we had hit I-225.  I call and get Aurora dispatch.  

She reroutes me to Denver where 

(wait for it.....)

I'm put on hold. 

(you probably guessed that, huh?) 

When I get to a stopping point, I try to dial the fire department myself and find myself on perma-hold. 

I gave up. 

Twenty-two minutes later, I realized that someone probably put out the fire or people just died cause the fire grew. 

There was no point trying any further. 

This, dear Democrat gun-control nutzos, is why we need guns. 

When in an emergency situation, there is absolutely no guarantee the authorities will answer your call, let alone save you. 

I am realizing I need to carry a few dozen fire towels in my trunk so if this crap ever happens again, I can pull over and smother out the flames. 

I wonder if they make fire blankets? 

It looks like I've got some research to do. 

When I get brave, I'll turn on the news and make sure MicroCenter is still standing. 

The best insurance is preparation. 

Love ya, 

S. 

I have a copy of this statue on my altar with one exception.  There is a leaf hiding Herme's private bits (wouldn't you guess that would exist in an asexual person's house - lol?  I could never find another statue like it or I'd replace mine.) 


*So....there is a story to my broken ankle. 

Ten minutes before I fell...

I was cleaning out my bedroom and knocked over a statue of Hermes. 

His left ankle broke off the statue. 

I glued it back on....crooked... 

You can tell the ankle was broken and reglued. 

After I glued the ankle, the young adults living here complained they were hungry. 

I promised them burgers so I ran out to the garage to hop in my car, 

my right knee (which I injured at work) gave out 

and 

I fell on the floor unable to move. 

I broke my left ankle in the exact same spot as the statue of Hermes. 

What's worse? 

My insurance sucked so bad, the ER doc they referred me to refused to see me. My insurance ended shortly after that so I went without treatment. 

It healed poorly and I'm still in pain. 

Turns out...

I resemble that statue now. 

To be quite honest about it, I'm not really sure if I should laugh, or step up my worship game. 

Hugs, 

S. 





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