In the movie theater restroom, Betsy was horrified to realize that she’d forgotten her gosh-darn fucking stickers! What could she do?
Betsy is resourceful, period.
The plywood barrier at a Manhattan construction site was covered in pro-Pussy Grabber posters. The posters had already been deemed unpopular by the citizenry, but a Manhattan Betsy felt they needed one final tweak. And on the way back, she slapped a final sticker on a light pole. Because fuck you, Pussy Grabber.
We want to let you know what Betsies around the country are doing today.
First, some background:
This is Brishell Jones. She was a lovely 16-year-old girl who should be turning 23 today. In 2010 she was being homeschooled and wanted to be a chef. She was treasured by her mother and father. On March 30 that year, she had gone to dinner with friends after the funeral of another kid who had been murdered. Afterward, as they were standing outside, Brishell and her friends were mowed down by an AK-47.
Behind this and every one of the millions of fucking American shootings over the years certain actors unfailingly make bank. The manufacturer who made the gun made a legal profit. The gun dealer who first sold the gun made a legal profit. The ammunition maker got his blood money and the retailers who stock the shelves got theirs. Big murder is big money, and that is why our laws allow girls like Brishell to be treated like disposable goods. Fuck that fucking shit. If you buy or sell guns you are feeding this fucked up bullshit and you can fucking go to hell.
So today Betsies around the U.S. are going to gun stores and gun-pushing retailers with the photos of Brishell’s autopsy that her mother wants the world to see. The Betsies are placing them strategically where guns and gun porn are sold so that FOR ONCE the fuckers who make money off this atrocity and the mindless gunlicking fuckwits who support them will face just a glimpse of the reality they have caused.