More importantly, I am on my way to Baltimore to spend time with friends I have not seen in too long, and some I have seen never.
With the way my heart feels lately, this could not come at a better time.
I was thinking about kids today. Not having them, wondering if there was something missing, wondering if I'm not just smarter than everyone else.
I wouldn't want to explain to my kids things like Sandy Hook, Charleston, Orlando.
Remember that time a man walked into a grade school and killed a bunch of kids like you, son? We did nothing to make sure he couldn't get his hands on guns because some guys wrote a thing hundreds of years ago that we tear apart when it suits us but, there is one little part we never touch because, well, I don't really know why. Anyway, a man did it again at a church ... an office... a nightclub...
Daddy, why does it keep happening? Why aren't grown-ups doing something to stop it?
Because we're cowards, son. You see, we don't love you kids as much as we love our guns. This thing called the Second Amendment is more important than your right to, well, live.
Daddy, I wish you'd never brought me into a world like this.
Fortunately, son, I didn't.
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