I really can't. The entire Connecticut shooting makes me choose words carefully when writing and speaking about it. First to be politically correct and to take extra pains in not saying anything that could be construed badly and second, I'm pretty upset by the whole thing and our reactions to the tragedy.
Equally horrific are the gun folks - some of them to be fair - and their desire to put armed guards everywhere who have some sort of standing order to shoot first and inquire later. After 9-11, the visual that soured me on NYC was walking into Grand Central Station, past the rows of photos of still missing people and at either end would be army reservists, armed to the teeth. They were just doing their job of course, but what have we become if it is that?
These poor kids. They will miss so much. Such beauty and passion was in front of them and there they were, ready to start to sip life's bounty of feelings and knowledge and someone sweeps in and ends it for them.
There simply aren't words.
Equally horrific are the gun folks - some of them to be fair - and their desire to put armed guards everywhere who have some sort of standing order to shoot first and inquire later. After 9-11, the visual that soured me on NYC was walking into Grand Central Station, past the rows of photos of still missing people and at either end would be army reservists, armed to the teeth. They were just doing their job of course, but what have we become if it is that?
These poor kids. They will miss so much. Such beauty and passion was in front of them and there they were, ready to start to sip life's bounty of feelings and knowledge and someone sweeps in and ends it for them.
There simply aren't words.
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