I tried to remember where the chain of tragedies started—but I guess the better, and more important question, is where it will end.
It’s become a uniquely American ritual; a nation riveted to the TV in communal shock and horror as details emerge about the shooters and the victims.
I watched most of the day, unable to tear myself away from coverage about the shooting, or keep it out of my mind.
We immerse ourselves in the grieving of yet another community that is suffering, as the name Aurora is added to the infamous list of senseless loss.
I’m not a constitutional scholar but it’s hard to believe this is what our nation’s founders intended when they wrote the Bill of Rights—-that citizens should have the freedom to buy enough firepower and ammunition to decimate dozens of lives in minutes.
Considering the problems and the rage raging in the country today, sometimes I actually think the most surprising part is that it doesn’t happen even more often than it already does.
Maybe the most awful part of these events is how immune we’ve become.
What’s become as much a part of the ritual as the rest is the fact that it will fade–from our screens and our consciousness.
I guess that’s just resilience, or reality—but you can count on it. And so can the NRA.
The images, the stories, the outrage, the fears, the calls for gun control —will all disappear. Until the next time.
And does anyone doubt there will be a next time?
That’s the biggest tragedy of all.