This is one of my favorite Christmas songs, let's start with that...
I know that at some point Freyja will hear about it and I will have to figure out a way to assure her that she is safe, even though I'm not totally sure.
"nothing will happen to our kids"
Is what I told Mark Friday.
"how can you know that?"
"I just do."
That is my story and I am stubbornly sticking to it.
I have had a really hard time squaring my feelings about the mother of the shooter.
I get it, he was disturbed, but knowing that how on earth could she load the house up with guns? There are a lot of really kooky, crazy folks out there that never get to act on their impulses, because they don't have a closet full of weapons.
Is being a gun nut, or a collector acceptable?
Just because you want to own a bunch of shit that has the sole purpose, to kill, to be used for killing, should you be able to?
Clearly I think not, and I hope the powers that be finally get it.
I read some place, maybe it was Mary Karr's friend Dooney that said "anything you can't defend yourself against with a shotgun, you shouldn't mess with." which sums up well how tired I am of the old handgun argument.
Now I am just ranting and I suppose I should save it all up until I have something more coherent to say.