MURDER HAS NO CLOSURE....
Oh Lord, I cannot tell how depressing these speeches are now. Descriptions of the slaughter at 101 California, gunman stalking up and down the halls, spraying bullets, killing the survivors from his first round of shots....
And there are other stories. Shit. Is every country, no, is every planet as deadly as we are?
I remember... no. I'm not going to tell any jokes here. Not in this hour. The depth of tragedy is....
The voices, the testimony....
HELL COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED FOR ME AND FOR MILLIONS OF OTHER AMERICANS IF CONGRESS HAD ONLY DONE THEIR JOB.
And to think they even considered repealing the Brady Bill....
And to think I am so ignorant as to not remember what happened with that effort....
And on my planet, my selfish little journal-enclosed world of selfish writing and selfish dreaming, I think I will have to go for another walk, a longer one next time. I, I, I! People are dying and I worry about myself. Maybe I'll go after the big march comes in at 5:30. Chicanos/Latinos/whatever. Ojala que hare mas fresco entonces. Hopefully it will be a little cooler then. Or at least the buildings will cast longer shadows if I stick to the west side of the streets.
It is so God-damn hot!
The next group will be the American Lung Association.