this isn't the day to talk about this
(part two)


i always look forward to fajita friday. for the food. for the company. for the conversation. on days like today,  it's a lot of fun and very fulfilling to sound back and forth with my brother-in-law, joseph.

some of what follows may have been talked about around the table tonight, and some may have just brewed over the course of processing the day's events and the reaction to the event.

it is my opinion that there is no better day to talk about the shooting or shootings that have happened and will happen than the day of the shootings. what better time to focus on the issue that is close to your heart than when it has your undivided attention? the over-saturation of our country, world, etc. with guns is something that i think about almost daily. but there are days that those thoughts are clouded or divided by other thoughts like my falcons or bobby petrino or work or family or how terrible cancer is or how atrocious chemo can be or american horror story or the walking dead or dark knight rises or you get my point.

today, from lunchtime on, i thought about the tragedy in newtown. i absorbed every bit of that i could. i cried at the horrifying thought that it could have been my caroline's kindergarten classroom. i prayed selfish prayers of thanksgiving that it wasn't. i wished good thoughts towards the families of the victims. i didn't think of anything else. well, barely anything else. it was a couple of my best friends' birthdays. they got some of my attention.

but the thought of that fucker having four guns and the thought that our country refuses to take a more intentional stance about the easy access to those weapons made me so, so fucking mad i couldn't stand it.

i still can't.