I was fine this morning when the sun was out. I did a little gardening, read on a chaise n the back yard surrounded by my handiwork, looking for the happy and finding it elusive.
It grew colder and I went inside and read and made a fancy lunch for us and read some more. I was fine while I was distracted.
And then the clouds rolled in and the gloom settled into my soul.
Picking up a prescription shouldn't put anyone at risk, nor should managing a grocery store, or running a cash register.... and, once again, it all comes back to guns.
Republican fundraising after the fact just added to the roiling in my gut.
I don't know whether to scream or cry. I'd rant and rave if there were anyone besides TBG to hear me; he's having a harder time than I am. Jamie Guttenberg's father has been voicing my feelings since she died in Parkland. He's angry as he wipes away his tears.
This seems like another young guy with an untreated mental illness and access to weaponry designed to kill.
I can't believe I'm still typing that sentence.
Would that there could be some "gun sense" in this country. How is that one's right to buy, sell, and use guns supersedes another's right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?
ReplyDeleteAnd that,dear Olga, is the question of the hour. Rights vs Responsibilities..... I don't get it either.
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Today my Facebook Memories reminded me that it was three years ago today that we participated in a huge march in Seattle for March For Our Lives. Each time there is a mass shooting like this we have hope that things might change, and each time those hopes are dashed by those who think their 2nd amendment rights trump all other rights, you know, like life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
ReplyDeleteIt never ends. There is no political will. I am disgusted.
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