Another day I won’t write about

I’d write about another mass murder in the United States. This one, killing 19, and injuring at least 23, in El Paso, Texas. This was not carried out by bomb or knife or sledge hammer. Nope. Once again, these people were shot to death by a gun. And that gun was held — not by some Islamic Terrorist or Mexican Bandit — nope. It was in the hands of another white guy. Another white guy with a gun.

I’d write about this, but really, what is the point?

This has become our new normal.

Whoops. Another mass shooting.

We shake our heads, and send our good thoughts and prayers their way.

Truthfully, we are glad it isn’t us. We hope that next time, it won’t be us either. But surely, that would never happen here.

Until it does.

I’d write about this, but I’d be wasting your time.
Because we will pause for a day in sorrow.

And then.


AUTHOR’S NOTE.  Another Mass Shooting occurred THREE HOURS after I posted this piece.  It occurred in Dayton, Ohio, killing 10 and injuring 26.




“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. – Lemony Snicket


“There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.” – Nicholas Sparks


“Tears are words the mouth can’t say nor can the heart bear.” – Joshua Wisenbaker