PPPP... No Words (Four P's #186)
Plans can change in an instant. Lives can shatter just as quickly.
I had an entire newsletter ready to go out this morning, with four way-too-wordy ideas to share to hopefully get you to think, smile, maybe even laugh.
But no. Plans change because lives were brutally taken away and a nation… a world… lie shattered because of what happened yesterday afternoon in Texas. I wish I could be numb. I wish I could cry myself to sleep. I wish I could lock my kids inside our house forever. I wish for a lot of things, but more than anything, I wish that the parents of those murdered children could hug them and squeeze them and talk to them and protect them.
But wishes are just as useless as thoughts and prayers. Hope feels just as useless. How can we hope, let alone expect, that this latest series of incomprehensible mass shootings will force a change to our policies, laws, and priorities. In the end, there aren’t enough good people who actually care enough to turn hope into action.
Nothing changed after Sandy Hook. Nothing changed after Parkland. What’s going to change now? There are too many selfish, stupid, spoiled people in this forsaken country of ours to actually do anything about it.
This is personal, practical, political and professional all at once.
So do me this favor. If you believe that the 2nd Amendment should remain in tact… that protecting the right own a weapon of mass destruction like a firearm is more important my child’s right to life, not only should you unsubscribe from this newsletter right now, but you should also also go fuck off forever and get long COVID and Monkeypox and suffer terribly. Because you deserve it. Don’t talk to me. Don’t work with me. Don’t breathe the same air as me. I’m done with hope. I’m done with complacency. I’m done with you. Fuck the moral high ground. Fuck it all.