Buckle Up....
I am so torn over this whole thing. First comes those feelings of overwhelming horror and loss. Those young lives - full of hope and promise and dreams - snuffed out like a match in the wind by the will of a madman. How much pain I feel for the parents and family of these people. I hold my own daughter even closer now. My God, I don't even kill mice. When I see the aftermath of a truck bomb set off near a playground in Baghdad, or hear of etrocities such as this, I m left with this stunning sense of hopelessness for the human condition. Where does this come from? How is it that anyone can look upon human life with such little regard for the soul? I twist with this stuff all the time. I see a racoon lying on the side of the road, staring permanently to the sky and can only ask: why??? I can't conceive of killing a mouse, yet there are those with the dark energy to dispatch humanity. Sometimes I feel like I'm too connected. I wish I could just turn this stuff off like a switch, turn a blind eye and press on....My heart hurts.
Then, the gun owner comes into play. Another blow for our cause. You and I all know this shit-pile is going land in our lap. The coward who did this is in a bag, but it is we who shall be blamed. Here we go. Every time I hear about a shooting, I cringe at the thought of the ramifications. This one's not going away. People better shore up their supplies, and hang on to what you have, because darkness in the form of sweeping gun legislation is going to roll on us like a cold wave in the wake of this tragedy....