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Guns…


Leaving home to go pick up my daughter from school a few days ago and I heard a bunch of sirens maybe a block or two over on the main road and my first thought is instantly “active shooter”.

I fucking hate that.

And I fucking hate that my kids have done active shooter drills. I hate that both my son and daughter have said that their greatest fear is a shooter coming to their schools. And I’ve never shared my fears with them. This is just the world they live in now.

I hate that if I go out, I mentally plot out ways to the emergency exits. Malls, movie theaters, restaurants. I’m not obsessed about it, but the thought ALWAYS crosses my mind at least once.

“What would I do if…?”

I hate what the NRA has become. I hate the toxic gun culture and the culture of indifference, greed, and bullying that tolerates it.

And I really fucking hate guns now. Didn’t used to. Now I do.

And now I do want to take them all away, crush ’em, melt ’em down, turn them into playgrounds, appliances, or car parts.

I know it’ll never happen here in America. The tree of liberty must be watered with the blood of first graders, movie goers, and beauticians from time to time after all…

The lottery…


I’m tired.

Today, I hugged my kids a bit tighter, knowing that when I dropped them off at school, I was playing the lottery. They’ll probably make it home alright, unless their numbers come up and someone picks their school for the next massacre.

We all play it now. And we know it. In the backs of our minds, we might consider as we sit in a movie theater where the exits are in case we need to leave quickly.

As more and more places install metal detectors and do bag searches, we’re reminded of the lottery. Our numbers might come up.

Of course, there are other ways to die that come without warning. Car accidents, heart attacks, and strokes, but we can try and do something about those. We can lose weight, exercise, eat better, and drive slower and more carefully, but you can’t do anything about lottery. Not unless we want to wear body armor every day for the rest of our lives.

We’ll see the same results of the winners of this sick and twisted lottery. The survivors will mourn. Some will suffer PTSD for the rest of their lives. Their loved ones will cry, scream, curse God, and wonder why… WHY, in the name of all that is holy does this shit happen? Why do we do nothing while it happens?

Then the other voices will sound. The ones that live in fear, the ones that demand the rest of us live in fear. We can’t stop them all, so why bother trying? It’s not the gun’s fault. They could do the same thing with a knife!

But they can’t. You could fight a man with a knife and have a chance of surviving. A man with a gun will shoot you long before you reach him. Someone tried yesterday.

If only we were all armed!

A deranged fantasy we’ve all had about being a hero in a crisis situation, when in reality, in the chaos and confusion, concern for your family, who knows what they would really do? Who knows if they would have a chance. Maybe they’d die long before they knew they should draw their weapon. Maybe they would kill an innocent bystander by mistake. Maybe the police would mistake them for the shooter.

And because those that cater to our fears have the ears of our political system, we will do nothing. The bodies will be buried. The blood cleaned up. The media will move on. What has that wacky Donald Trump been up to this week? And things will calm down.

Until the next drawing of the lottery.

Then we’ll all hug our children a bit tighter and go about our business as we live under siege.

God bless America.

We’re doomed…


Further proof that we are, in fact, very doomed as a culture:

Exhibit A: People are actually having a political slap fight with each other because the President didn’t use the word terrorism in his first remarks given after the Boston bombing.

Exhibit B: For most of us, our introduction to terrorism coincided with 9/11, in which a group of former Islamic rebels in a brutal civil war who were trained, formerly financed and aided by the United States decided to kill several thousand of us for political and religious reasons. Fast forward 12 years, and who could have predicted that giving aid (and military aid) in some cases to a group of Islamic rebels in the middle of civil war might one day come back to bite us in the butt?

Exhibit C: While we’re talking about predictions, who could have predicted that, even after a classroom full of 1st graders ends up getting shot with a couple hundred bullets, that Congress couldn’t even pass a toothless expansion of background checks for gun purchasers that 92% of Americans support?

Exhibit D: A nonpartisan (or closer bipartisan) review finds that we, in fact, did torture prisoners during the Bush administration. It is greeted with a collective yawn.

Exhibit E:

It’s been more than 24 hours since the explosions in Boston. But while new details emerge by the hour, the question on so many people’s minds remains unanswered: Who did it?

“The range of suspects and motives remains wide open,” FBI Special Agent Richard DesLauriers said, for the umpteenth time, at a press conference early Tuesday evening.

For many journalists I’ve spoken with today, this ignorance is tortuous. The identification of the attacker(s) and the reasons for the attack will likely have enormous political (and potentially geoplitical) ramifications, which will vary greatly depending on whether the attacker(s) is domestic or foreign, acting alone or as part of an organization. We’re standing on the verge of a very important national conversation about something, and we have no idea what it is.

There are people still hovering on the brink between life and death; people who have to get up this morning and in the middle of their grief, try and pull it together enough to make funeral arrangements or flight arrangements from China to lay their loved ones to rest, and our media is complaining because the Boston PD and the FBI aren’t sitting around gossiping with them.