I don’t know.
I just don’t fucking know anymore.
I’m a 42-year-old woman with friends who own guns. Responsibly. I have friends who are competitive shooters. Friends who hunt (also responsibly).
And I’m a woman who wakes up to a nation shocked by yet another mass shooting when we refuse to do anything about the guns.
And it’s hard, because I don’t have an answer.
It’s fucking hard because I can’t look at my friends — people I love who own guns — and tell them that THEY are the problem.
And it’s also fucking hard because I can’t stand to see one more #prayfor____ hash tag floating around.
Today’s hard truth is that we’re a nation beyond prayer.
Pray for Sandy Hook. Pray for Paris.
Well, that did fuckall, didn’t it?
Now we’re supposed to pray for San Bernadino. Fuck that.
And it’s not about your faith — I don’t give a shit IF you pray or WHAT you pray for. I’ve been on my knees, praying with everything I had to let something, somewhere, keep the man I loved on this earth. I do know what it feels like to offer your heart and soul in exchange for something so desperately wanted.
I also know what it feels like to have the weight of the universe fall upon me when that prayer is unanswered. To have every ounce of everything you’ve just lost crush you.
Today, we are a nation crushed.
We’re a nation crushed by our own hate — of one another, mostly. We are crushed by our own inaction — and in many cases, willful inaction. WE WANT A PIZZA and yell for pizza but we won’t dial a fucking phone to order one or buy the ingredients to make one ourselves.
We’re a nation looking for a new leader — somehow thinking that changes shit when it’s happened nearly every 4 years since the dawn of our government when it’s actually Congress that determines whether shit gets done and how many of you actually know who your Congressman is or even voted for him or her?
We’re a nation clutching to arms — it’s yes or no instead of how can we meet in the middle for safety, for our progeny, for our sanity.
We are a nation beyond prayer because shit that horrifies us is just going to keep happening until we DO something.
So, today — here’s what you can do:
1) Register to vote – you can do it right here and all you need is the last 4 of your SS#.
3) Look to have the next better conversation. We won’t get anywhere with gun owners yelling at people who vilify them. We won’t get anywhere by saying every gun owner is the problem. It’s so much more fucking complex than that and complex issues require conversation. The conversations that will change the world never happen on the Internet or Facebook or on a blog post your friend who had this thing about a gun happen to him or her. The conversations that change the world happen when the people sitting around the campfire LISTEN.
4) If you think it helps, pray. But pray that the ACTION you’ve taken is enough.
5) Don’t stop. Being a citizen isn’t something that happens for a fleeting moment in a voting both every four years. It’s a daily responsibility. And there’s not a single one of us who wouldn’t benefit from knowing more about what’s going on in our government right now. If we were all a bit more interested each day, holy shit.
Just imagine if we were as interested and active as we are angry.
PS: as you know I pass on shit worth reading — this was an educational piece of good shit regarding the history of the Second Amendment.