Number killed 17.
Leaders: nowhere men.
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.
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.
Number 17 killed.