I often wonder if our parents and grandparents could have possibly felt as scared and hopeless and depressed about the current state of affairs in our country as much as we do today.
Were they just as worried they might be eviscerated by an atomic bomb while at the Piggly Wiggly shopping for sugar as we are afraid we might be slaughtered by a mass shooter at Walmart while picking up school supplies? Were their kids as frightened by nuclear holocaust “duck and cover” drills at their schools as ours are by “run, hide, fight” active shooter training in theirs?
I am sure they probably were. But, thankfully, they never had to actually experience such an event. No lives were ever lost.
But we have endured attack (Columbine) after attack (Virginia Tech) after attack (Fort Hood) after attack (Aurora) after attack (Newtown) after attack (Charleston) after attack (Orlando) after attack (Las Vegas) after attack (Sutherland Springs) after attack (Parkland) after attack (Pittsburgh) after attack (Thousand Oaks) after attack (Gilroy) after attack (El Paso) after attack (Dayton). And this is only a handful of them.
So many lives have already been lost, and there will most certainly be more.
It’s only a matter of time before another monster with a gun walks into yet another store, church, synagogue, nightclub, post office, elementary school, movie theater, music festival, food festival, high school, workplace or just about anywhere else where we once felt safe.
Someone’s baby, toddler, mother, father, sister, brother or grandparent will be one of the next victims whose body is riddled with bullets fired out of an AR-15.
Will it be mine? Or will it be yours? Or will we both just keep hoping it will be somebody else’s?
It is just so depressing that this has become such a partisan issue. How can we even live in a world where trying to figure out ways to prevent mass slaughter has political implications? It’s just so gross.
I know it’s complicated. And I know there are no measures that would 100 percent prevent this from ever happening again. But allowing our leaders to just offer “thoughts and prayers” and then do nothing as they wait for the next headline to dominate the news cycle and take the pressure off is not acceptable either.
They didn’t even have to wait very long this time. Four days to be exact. On Wednesday, heartbreaking images of children in Mississippi crying for their parents who had been taken away by ICE agents replaced the coverage of El Paso and Dayton.
Predictably, people on social media went from arguing over gun control to fighting over immigration. Because, you know, that really changes things.
I really, really, really don’t understand how we have gotten to a place where the grown men and women who we all elected to represent us in Congress can’t sit in a room together and figure out reasonable solutions for both of these issues. But I guess when they see us so firmly committed to our red and blue teams, what do we expect them to do? It’s on us too.
I am so tired of this my side, your side, identity politics crap. And crap is a kind word for it because it’s much worse than excrement, as it’s destructive and horrible for our country in every possible way it can be. Especially because there is definitely middle ground here on gun control and immigration, but it seems like even trying to work with the other side in this day and age can be political suicide. And that is just ridiculous. We are never going to better our country if we stay on this path.
But don’t worry, we now won’t have to even try to talk about either of these really important issues for a very long time courtesy of billionaire sexual predator Jeffrey Epstein, who apparently killed himself inside of a Manhattan jail cell on Saturday.
Since this guy was such a creep and palled around and sexually assaulted underage girls with fellow creeps on both sides of the aisle, you can pick the conspiracy theory that fits into your preferred narrative. All the cable news networks must be so pleased. We will probably still be talking about this as we are putting up our Christmas trees.
Although I will admit, as one who does not usually subscribe to such connivance, his death really was awfully convenient for a whole lot of powerful, rich people.
Perhaps they finally did sit down together to work on something. (Insert evil laughter.)
Maybe this should give us hope. (Insert disappointed weeping.)
In the Aug. 7 issue of Lagniappe it was incorrectly stated in Hidden Agenda by Ashley Trice that the Cordish LIVE! property in Kansas City is located next to the Royals baseball stadium. It is actually located across from the Sprint Center.
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