Yesterday I passed a homeless man and couldn't stop thinking about where the homeless go during a hurricane. During Harvey, we had conversations with family and framily about how much it costs to evacuate and how a lot of people just don't have the ability to evacuate because of cost. It really puts a lot about life into perspective.
We always share the memes to pray for _________.
We always hold our breath in anticipation of what the murderer looked like.
We always speculate why the murderer did what he did.
We always think it was a terrorist attack until we see what the murderer looked like and, if it wasn't a radical Muslim...we use other descriptors.
We never seem to understand that anyone inflicting terror by mass murder is a terrorist.
We never understand that homegrown terrorism is real.
We always hold private and public vigils.
We always try to stay away from the details not wanting to put a face to the poor people murdered.
We always blame failed security.
We always look for accomplices.
We always commiserate with strangers we encounter throughout the day.
We are always grateful it wasn't our loved one murdered down.
We always hug our loved ones tighter.
We are always astonished at the lack of respect for human life.
We are always shocked at how easy it was.
We always ask the family why.
We always become over saturated with the news reports regarding.
We always worry about the wrong shit.
WE NEVER DO ANYTHING ABOUT GUN CONTROL.
And we probably never will.
Until next time...pray for the victims.
Until next time...don't let terrorists win. I know it's hard to do when the terrorists are already within our borders. When the terrorists are American.
Call it what it is.