Parkland…

I don’t have astonishing words of wisdom to share here today. Just like all the other times, I am horrified and heartbroken over senseless violence committed once again by a disturbed young, white American male. Someone who you could’ve guessed was up to no good. Some asshole who is so freaking miserable he wants to scatter the pain across as many families and as many headlines as he can for all time and eternity.

I’m going to be frank here. I’m tired of the bullshit statements people make: that guns aren’t at fault. This young man isn’t a domestic terrorist. Go ahead and tell me mental illness is at fault. Or tell me that a lack of parenting is the problem. Tell me that it’s WAY too soon to be talking about legislation or pushing any sort of anti-gun agenda while families are grieving. That we should be offering our thoughts and prayers to all those affected. That this violence can’t be stopped. That Democrats are trying to take everyone’s guns away. That we should arm our teachers with guns. That’s a good one. America and its government doesn’t value education enough to arm teachers with paper and pen for each student but by God, the solution is to equip each teacher with a gun.

Total bullshit. Sorry. That’s how I call it.

It seems to me we are demonstrating loud and clear that Americans love their guns more than they love their children. We broadcast it to the world, and every bullet that kills a child is another exclamation point to drive home that fact.

Don’t like it? Do something about it.

Don’t shut down conversation or dismiss outright a given cause or solution. I think all ideas need to be on the table and considered. We need a dialogue about this and we’re long overdue for a step in the right direction. Motionless and vulnerable is inexcusable.

This morning, my husband was deeply disturbed by a comment made on Facebook by a senseless resident of our town who claimed that teachers don’t do enough to protect students. You see, my husband is on a supplemental music teaching contract with our school district and two neighboring ones. He visits several facilities between the three districts, and he’s around middle school, junior high, and high school kids all day.

He told me, and I don’t doubt him, that there isn’t a teacher alive who hasn’t thought about what they would do in a Parkland, Sandy Hook, Virginia Tech, or Columbine situation. There can’t be a teacher alive who hasn’t given thought to the real possibility they could DIE on the job, simply teaching, and ultimately protecting, our young people. Die and leave behind the family at home. Yet some ignoramus is willing to insult teachers  with a clueless comment like that.

Don’t tell me there is nothing we can do. I don’t believe it. Don’t tell me now is not the time to act. Don’t tell me I’m trying to take away your right to own a gun.

I call bullshit on all of it. I’m tired of seeing America bury its children over lawmakers’ refusal to tackle one of our toughest problems.

But oh sure…let’s go spend $1 billion on a border wall with Mexico, because that’s the real problem in America.

Folks, we’re riding the Trump train straight to hell. Recognize the scenery?

 

Author: silonda

I'm not your average Midwestern American woman: an older mom to three kids and married to a musician, hiding out in a small town. I’ve worked as a serious business professional my entire adult life but my soul is really an artist. Wonderlust (i.e., insatiable curiosity) and wanderlust lead me to read voraciously and travel often. The introvert in me likes to quietly observe and share what I discover through writing but buried inside is a pretty funny chick full of spunk and verve who is eager to come out and play. Deep thinking and feeling (all the feels) is my default mode and then I'll crack a joke about it. I’m constantly striving to cultivate whatever makes for beautiful and to love UP.

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