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Once Again, the Killer Was Just a Kid
A sad, lonely white boy with a desire to leave a mark
I know this won’t be a popular post, or a well-received opinion, but this is how I feel and it makes me so very sad that I feel compelled to express it.
I am no fan of guns in any situation other than warfare. I can’t even begin to understand the way that so many of my fellow Americans are enamored with these terrible, lethal weapons. I have heard every explanation for why our country, alone among all of the developed countries in the world, feels a need to be armed and ready to kill each other at a moment’s notice.
I am incredibly sorry for all of the thousands of victims of gun violence here. I cry for every suicidal person who has found an escape through the barrel of a gun, for every domestic violence victim who lies dead after an argument, for every robbery subject, for every student who has died in a classroom, for every officer shot at a traffic stop, and for every victim of a mass shooting.
But as we all express our concern and fear over the failed assassination attempt on former President Trump, I am feeling grief for another victim of our gun-obsessed society.
I’m sad for each of the depressed, angry, lonely white boys who are carrying out so many of these crimes.
