“Numb”
Too commonplace.
Numb.
Numbing.
Number killed 17.
Numbest.
Fucking absurd!
Senseless.
Leaders: nowhere men.
Unconscionable.
If prayers had the substance of bullets, then this would be resolved.
Weaving useless prayers is an offense to the fallen.
Prayers are immaterial and have no bearing on the reality that unfolds.
A hollow gesture.
We don’t need comfort, we need to be uncomfortable.
We need action.
This pain is real.
This death is real.
It will not end until sensible people create a path to sensible solutions.
Congress is a group of limp, impotent, cowards.
Forever with the tip of the gun lobby inserted into their wallets.
Trading lives for votes.
Pathetic puppets.
Would their apathy be so resolute if this happened where their children go to school?
What about 2nd Amendment rights?
Hold on while I ask 17 friends.
They’re not answering.
There is an answer,
but we are surrounded by a paralytic parade of fools.
No one should have to discover that their child has died because of something that is entirely preventable.
You support gun rights, then trade your kid for one of the victims in any of the countless murders that have occurred in recent memory.
That’s right, you won’t.
Because theoretical ideals of no substance can’t stand up against the reality of the cold corpse of your dead child that died unnecessarily because deranged terrorist scumbags have access to weapons that they shouldn’t have.
Numb.
Numbing.
Number 17 killed.
Numbest.
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Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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Too much of our brainpower goes to perceived (real) offenses, insults, whatever. Seems time to move forward in ways that show intellect, sensibilities, thoughtfulness and respect. Peace
I truly hope that wins out. we need something. anything. our present course is fraught with uncertainty.
I truly fear the possibility of this happening to my school age children.
I have a son who teaches. It’s scary.
let your son know he’s appreciated and loved for what he does <3
When I said move forward above, I just meant that I want us to go forward with respect and peace. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s ALL! That’s with a most sincere PLEASE to society. I just want this nonsense to end. We need to do sensible things to bring peace and security to our schools.