Twenty dead children in Newtown isn’t going to change anything, why would 51 people in Orlando?
Sorry. That’s cold. But that’s just how I feel.
I’m so disgusted by this country right now. By our leaders. By a certain part of our citizenry. By the Us vs. Them attitude that is so decisive that there is no room for any middle ground.
It’s wrong. It’s just wrong and people are dying every day because of it.
Orlando is supposed to be about Disney and Magic — both the NBA team that calls the city home and the bright-eyed wonderment of young children who get their first hug from Mickey Mouse, or take their first awe-inspiring trip through Spaceship Earth.
Over the past 48 hours, it’s been about madness and darkness coming together, leaving behind too many dead bodies to ignore.
Lives are shattered. Hearts are broken. Everybody says the right thing, but nobody does anything about it.
Here we go again.
This isn’t just about guns, but it is about guns. It’s also about mental illness. It’s about terrorism. It’s about hatred. It’s about a never-ending wave of violence coming to your neighborhood soon.
It’s about us looking into a mirror and saying is this really the country we want to be?
It’s about Littleton. Aurora. San Bernadino. Newtown.
And now it’s about Orlando.
Shots ring out, blood gets spilled, the spotlight hits and then it fades away until the next shots are fired in the next place you’d never expect it to happen.
This isn’t just about Sunday’s deadly massacre at The Pulse, either.
Twenty-eight hours before that a 22-year-old young woman whose talent was inspiring others was gunned down after she gave a concert to a group of her fans.
Christina Grimmie’s death is in the shadows now. Few will know why her killer did what he did because some other sick son of a bitch was able to buy an assault weapon and a hand gun, and days later walk into an LGBT club and open fire.
Fifty people killed. Another 53 hurt. It’s being called the worst mass casualty shooting incident in the history of the United States of America.
And it happened on our watch, folks.
Before the shots rang out, both sites were all about celebration — a concert and a club. It didn’t matter who was inside and what was being celebrated. It was all about love and music and enjoying each other and the night together.
It was about what the United States of America is supposed to be about.
And then it wasn’t.
Yet because we are too weak as a country to find a solution, we can’t stop it.
We say the right things in small talk to each other. We find a way to send our prayers in 140 characters or less, and it feels like we’re doing something.
Asshats like me who put together their own soap box of a blog to bang away their frustration on a keyboard will spew forth all the things that need to be said. Yet nothing is going to be done.
These United States of America has become a war zone.
During the Blitz in World War II, you never knew for sure where the bombs were going to fall. One day is was a neighborhood across the city. A week later, it was your neighborhood being destroyed.
It’s a whole new century and we’re fighting this war on multiple fronts, never sure where the next blitz will come from.
We have terrorist overseas and those here who are “home grown” and being called “lone wolves.” We have the mentally ill who either fall through the cracks, or never even get a chance to get into the system to get any kind of help. We have those who were bullied, lashing back out at the world and dealing in retribution that is 10-fold from which they had received.
We’re barely fighting back, so today a mother was forced to stand outside of a hospital not sure if her son is dead, or hurt, or dropped their phone as her ran away from the hail of bullets and the carnage of fallen people behind him.
She’s heartbroken and it’s understandable.
We continue do nothing — NOTHING!!!! — and I don’t understand that at all.