I have a 5 year old son in kindergarten.
The thought of receiving a robo-call from the fire department to come retrieve him after a mass shooting – not knowing if he is one of the dead, is unbearable.
The reality 20 parents lived yesterday, of being the last 20 parents at the fire department waiting for children they just sent off to school hours ago, only to learn that their tiny bodies are sprawled on a hallway floor, riddled with bullets from an automatic weapon, awaiting inspection from forensics experts is…frankly, enough to make anyone as crazy as the killer.
President Obama stood before the nation, visibly emotional, and wiped away his tears as he offered the affected families the nation’s condolences.
A CNN reporter, who has young kids of her own, broke down crying in the middle of her report. She said that camera men and reporters all over the scene were choking up, due to the especially heinous act of little children senselessly slaughtered.
The talk of gun control came up…but was quickly averted, because this was a time of mourning, and such discussions should take place later.
I felt like Pittsburgh reporter, Phil Connors, once again waking up at 6AM in simple Punxsatawney, living out the same reel of life in a village full of idiots.
Humans of all cultures instinctively revere children as the closest thing to godliness. It disgusts me how American’s pick and choose which 5 year old kids are special.
Which 5 year old’s are worthy of the word “tragedy” when killed.
Which murdered 5 year old the president sheds a tear for in front of the world.
Which group of 5 year old’s prompts outrage on everyone’s Facebook page.
300,000 children under the age of 10 were murdered in Rwanda. Not 20 kids in a school. 300,000.
Babies, just like in Connecticut. Except their deaths were slow and tortured. Arms and limbs cut off as their mother’s are raped and village burned down.
5 year old’s, just like Connecticut. 300 fucking thousand. Dollars to donuts, all these overnight concerned child activists I see on Facebook didn’t have a single thing to say about it.
Last year in Norway, 77 people were killed at a kids summer camp, a majority of them campers. American’s chalked it up to”Dat shit’s craaaay.”
Remember in March, when 3 year old’s at a Jewish day care in France were shot in the head by a Muslim radical?
JTTS didn’t feel compelled to shut down poasts for that jawn.
1,447 Palestinian children under the age of 12 have been killed by Israel.
Uh…is this thing on?
In our president’s hometown of Chicago…107 children shot in the last 12 months.
As Mr. President wiped his tears for “our” kids on national television, I wondered if he gave any thought to the 160 kids killed by American Drone strikes in Pakistan since 2010.
Those toddlers were as innocent as the ones in Connecticut. Obama suggested I go home and hug my kid a little tighter last night. He could have given those Pakistani parents the same advice…given he all ’bout the kids and shit.
The families who experienced the most horrific form of loss yesterday…losing a child, deserve all the thoughts and prayers the world is showering them with.
My heart bleeds for the parents who experience the same horror, but because they are born in the wrong part of the world,with the wrong religion, or color, their loss isn’t as valid in America. They go without our prayers, words of encouragement, and support.
As my son safely fell asleep beside me last night watching Spiderman 3, I looked at him and thought about 300,000 Rwandan kids that look just like him…massacred, terrorized, tortured, while the world’s most powerful nation equates 20 lives more important than all of theirs.
When you mourn the precious lives of the children murdered in Connecticut, as we all have a moral obligation to…consider that any 5 year old child murdered, anywhere, is a reason to be disgusted.
