Amend the Amendment

Nobody can feel safe anywhere. Violence has become the norm.

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It has grown darker; the world is a little sadder. Maybe it’s just me, my balance might be in jeopardy. I read, as long as I could, the names of the children, looked at the pictures, the bright smiling faces. It was too hard. I couldn’t go on. Tears made the screen look blurred, distorted. I had to stop. My muscles ache from tension, my teeth hurt from clenching my jaw. Things don’t make sense anymore.

A lot of words have been written, recorded on video tape, rehashed and warmed up about the right to bear arms, the need to defend oneself. So much empty space filled with meaningless phrases from a dead language. How many times do you have to listen to an elected official tell reporters his constituents need an assault rifle to hunt feral pigs, or the 2nd amendment is a necessary safeguard against government tyranny before you want to find refuge at the bottom of a bottle of brandy? They’ll take my alcohol when they pry it from my cold dead fingers.

Meanwhile the body count grows.

It just won’t slow down. A bill to combat domestic terrorism came to a screeching halt when it was blocked by Senate Republicans. How hard is it to agree that terrorism is bad? If the terrorists are Americans who buy…