posted on Dec, 14 2012 @ 05:58 PM
I listened as the drama unfolded in CT, and as others seemed to be horrified by the news I tried to be horrified as well, but couldn't. I tried
imagining my own son in that situation, or my three-year-old goddaughter, but the unreality of it wouldn't allow me to feel anything appropriate. In
times like these, I analyze myself, to try to understand why I might feel the way I do. That's when it hit me: there is something very wrong
Think about it for a moment. This is perfect timing for a horrific event. We're gearing up for what is nominally considered to be the happiest time
of the year. Children are extatic over the prospect of a tree loaded with presents. Carols fill the air. Then, suddenly, there's a horrific event
to shock us numb.
I've felt this way before. I felt this way when the news of the young black girl being pummelled by white republicans was released. I just knew
that, within a day or less, it would turn out to be a hoax. And it was. I felt this way with Tawana Brawley (sp?) when the wild claims started
circulating. I didn't feel this way about Columbine, or Waco, or any of the other horrific deaths which have occurred and grabbed the public
So what do I know that I'm not telling myself?
I know that two brothers attacked a school in Newville, CT.
I know that one of them gained entry to the locked school.
I know that their mother worked there with special-needs children.
I know that their girlfriends were being saught in a purple van.
I know that one of their girlfriends was reported as being dressed in a nun's habit.
I know that it's christmas.
I know that Hollywood is currently spewing unending rants in favor of gun-control.
I know that NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR SOMEONE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS.
That last one is in caps, because it's the reason I'm waiting to feel anything. I can smell it. I can taste it. I can see it approaching like a
leech stretching across the mud towards my leg. Am I the only one?
I would further like to ask the mod's permission to allow anti-me rants in this thread. If you need someone to rail at about this, lamblast me. Not
only can I take it, but I won't take it personally. Let fly, to release the angst, so that we can all figure this out together.
But no matter how loudly you scream, or how many all-caps messages you leave, it won't change this feeling.
Something is very, very wrong.