Monday, December 17, 2012

Oatmeal For Breakfast

I will not be joining the hew and cry bemoaning the murders of children that occurred this weekend. 

I am touched by the senselessness of it, of course.  I grieve for the families. I shake my head and stare at the ground.  I took a moment to thank the planet for sparing my children and allowing me to share another few days with their lives.  However, I am much too old and much too cynical to expect anything to change.

This event took place at "one of the nation's best school."  Really?  Those people are still dead.  Yippee for all your expensive security.  The children alive and able to attend school will never be the same.  They have been eternally wounded.  Yippee for your expensive post event counselling.  Let's all hope the families come through with a semblance of normalcy.

Frankly, I doubt it.

And I truly wish all the know-it-all philosophers will shut up soon.  I'm happy, I suppose, that you have the convenience of Face Book to wax poetic about your grief or to add your sure fire solution to the thousand other johnny come latelies.  Now, please, shut the fuck up.

Let those people who are truly suffering do what they can to bind their all too real wounds.

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