I have the idea for today’s post, but it’s not going to come til tomorrow. It won’t come out right, and it would be out of place, and today just isn’t the day.
The worst mass shooting in history. A tragedy; an outrage.
People will say it’s the wrong time to politicize it. Funny, they are probably the same types who will say the anthem of a football game is the wrong time to protest. And on and on and on. Fact is, there’s never a “good time” to protest or to politicize. On a bad day, we don’t want to capitalize or trample on the grief of the afflicted, and on a good day, we don’t want to think about it. So we put it off to be polite, and by the time we get around to taking it up, we’ve forgotten about it. News moves fast these days, haven’t you noticed?
So, by all means, let’s not politicize it. Let’s just offer our thoughts and prayers. Go ahead, if that suits you.
Me, I think that bodies flooding a morgue is exactly the moment to have a good long think about the state of things. And ponder why anybody needs to own his own personal arsenal and why the rest of us should just be okay with that. And why even entertaining discussion on the topic of guns is political cyanide for at least one of our political parties.
Every time it happens, those of us who think that maybe guns aren’t the answer to every hard question wonder if this time will be the last time. If, maybe, in light of all this, we’ll come to our senses a little bit.
Will this be the last time?
How many “worst shootings in history” are enough?