How Long, How Long?

I am screamingly sad, disgusted and enraged and that’s just for starters. I'm full to the tippy top of my being with blindingly hot steam.

Tom Boggioni frames some of my fury eloquently and succinctly in his post Knee-deep in blood: We are all being held hostage by Wayne LaPierre’s children. Go read him.

It wasn’t just Roof’s finger on that trigger—he was joined by every person and/or organization who supplied him with rage, weapon, license and excuse as well as each person who knew he was crackers and did nothing to stop him. Accomplices abound.

May these nine murdered souls be the last to die because a rabidly unstable, hate filled person, primed on hatred and toting a sense of entitlement the size of Uranus, was given the means to murder.

Let us remember these names:

Clementa Pinckney
Cynthia Hurd
Sharonda Coleman-Singleton
Tywanza Sanders
Ethel Lance
Susie Jackson
DePayne Middleton-Doctor
Myra Thompson
Daniel Simmons Sr.

All murdered for the color of their skin. Remember those names.

From our president:

“I have had to make statements like this too many times. Communities have had to endure tragedies like this too many times,” he said. “We don’t have all the facts, but we do know that once again, innocent people were killed in part because someone who wanted to inflict harm had no trouble getting their hands on a gun. Now is the time for mourning and for healing. But let’s be clear. At some point, we as a country will have to reckon with the fact that this type of mass violence does not happen in other advanced countries. It doesn’t happen in other places with this kind of frequency.”

The President continued by calling on leaders in Washington to “come to grips” with their resistance on gun control laws, saying, “It is in our power to do something about it.”

Yes. What O said.

Sunday Bloody Sunday
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long
Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight

The Times They Are A Changin’
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
~~snip~~
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

There's that phrase "Don't get mad, organize." Well, I can be angry and organize too. I'm all multi-tasktic like that.