Morning thoughts: February 15, 2018

Yesterday we sacrificed a few more children and their caretakers to the ravenous monster we call “Gun-Love.” He is uniquely American. Over the still warm bodies, we scattered “thoughts and prayers” like they were fragrant blossoms that would cover the smell of the dead.

The usual suspects immediately appeared. One group called for some control over how we accommodate the Second Amendment to the Constitution. That will not happen. Everyone with a fifth-grade education knows it won’t. The NRA and their fellow Gun-Love handlers will not allow it.

More moderate respondents simply asked for a discussion. That will not happen. It a corporatocracy such as ours, we only discuss what the corporations allow us to discuss.

The United States Senator whom the parents and friends of the dead elected to serve them said it was too soon to discuss the tragedy.

A father of one of the students who had to wait for 45 agonizing minutes before he learned his daughter had survived responded with, “It’s always too soon, until it’s too late.”

So, we sit and wait until the next sacrifice, playing a grisly game called "whose kids next?" Must we? I'm afraid so.  Tragedies once united Americans. Nowadays, politicians only see them as a catalyst to secure their base and divide us further. It seems only a matter of time until we reach the point where, as Bob Dylan once said, "We're afraid to bring children into the world."

I used to think we could reach harmony, that honest, sincere hunters and gun enthusiasts could reach a point where adult conversation might allow them to join hands with parents of school children and seek a peaceful and safe America with a minimum of sacrifice.

I don’t think so anymore. There are strong and evil forces that seek the end to our experiment in a democratic government "of the people, by the people, and for the people." All I can say now is “So long, it’s been good to know you.

Forgive me if I have made you mad. You're not as mad as I am.