1. I made my bed this morning as my children readied for school, and wept for the parents who had empty beds last night.
Our children should not be sacrificial lambs.
3. I commented The longer I live, the more I understand why people storm the castle, and I meant it.
No one is coming to save us when lined pockets take precedence over lined coffins. So, my friend, we have to save each other.
4. As a parent, I promise my babies I’ll always keep them safe, but how do we do that when the entities put in place to ensure our safety turn the other way while gunshots ring out? How do we do that when the entities put in place to ensure our safety gun us down in the streets while our schools become the stage for some sick fuck’s rage fantasy?
5. I am afraid. I am enraged. I am despondent.