But I can’t stop crying as I’m watching the profiles of the children and teachers who were killed. I want to say their names:
This doesn’t happen anywhere else in the world with this level of regularity.
It’s not even close.
And the reasons why it doesn’t are NOT coincidences.
I come from a family of hunters. I’ve hunted and have photos of dead, rotting grouse carcasses to prove it. I’m not “anti-gun.”
But I’m disgusted and angry.
We’ve decided to trade out American lives because we are unwilling to revisit words – and how do we always conveniently leave out that “well-regulated” piece? – written on paper two and a half centuries ago, by white men with muskets.
“It’s the price of freedom.” So when does the price become too high? How many bodies?
How many children?
Is there NO limit?