When the shooting stops seventeen more kids are dead. But the shooting doesn’t stop. It happens again. And again. And again. Could happen today, could be my kids get shot.
The total is almost 200,000, not including the dead, the number of kids still alive with lives destroyed from witnessing other kids ripped apart by bullets, their insides spilling across the cafeteria floor. Some of them were first and third graders, like mine, right now at least. Mine aren’t dead yet, haven’t been shot yet.
The gun-obsessed and the NRA buy lawmakers, and the lawmakers then suggest that perhaps the solution is more guns bought for those who don’t have them yet, to get more people shooting (over the heads of my kids, I guess) and this makes sense from the perspective of those who buy lawmakers and sell guns because if it hasn’t been clear before, it’s clear now that this is all about money.
What would happen if someone were to walk into the offices of the lawmakers, or the NRA, and open fire? Do semi-automatic weapons hang on the walls, just in case? Are they kept handy, propped against water coolers? Have the receptionists been given pistols for their waistbands? What would happen if someone strolled into the cafeteria on take your kids to work day and killed their kids? Would that get their attention? Or would they accuse each other of being crisis actors, and kneel in the blood pooling by their kids’ shredded corpses to attempt CPR?
The American government is so broken it is literally killing people. ~ Elise Jordan, Time Magazine