Well, that certainly fits March weather here in Colorado and many other places. Yesterday was balmy, today its cold and windy and there’s a chance of snow. Snow on early flowers is normal.
On to other predictable problems that occur unpredictably: shootings. Today is the second anniversary of the King Soopers shooting. I’d forgotten the date, but when I saw the commemorative page in the local paper this morning, I started crying. Just too close to home, as I’ve written before. Blocks from where I grew up, my brother left the store 20 minutes before the shooting, my local from childhood until we got a supermarket here in my nearby town. And now, another shooting at East High School in Denver today. A young man, under “daily search” orders, was being search, a weapon was found and two administrators were shot. And so many in between.
This has to stop. Owning and carrying weapons that are designed to kill many people quickly–note the name: assault weapons, no that is not okay with me, nor with most people. If you hunt to feed yourself and your family, okay, I suppose. But for defense and protection. Enough already. Stop.
This country has become bizarre. As the memes going around note, we deregulate banks, railways and guns, to obvious detrimental effect. Not for the common good for sure. And then there is regulation of women’s uteri and reproductive rights and the rights of anyone who isn’t a straight white conservative male. Something seriously wrong with this picture. Sadly predictable on one level, and unpredictable to my logic mind that sees actual cause and effect and public health and data. Its about money and power, no matter what “they” say.
Rant over, now I’ll go work on my income taxes. Grrr. March is still in lion mode.
Peace and healing to us all as we struggle to find sanity amidst the craziness.
Curious Steph 
I always felt that this country was imperfect, but it never made me feel actually endangered before. From that point of view, I suppose Massachusetts is better than most of our other states in doing its best to protection everyone, but it has it limitations. I’m so overloaded that I really can’t think about it anymore. I wake up worried and go to sleep only because I’m numbed by drugs to help me sleeps — and the instant they wear off, I wake up worried. I don’t even feel like I’m living in a country I recognize. Who know how young people are handling this — or even IF they are handling it?
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yes, its really strange to not recognize one’s country, and to feel a stranger. On another note, I hope you’re continuing to recover.
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when I saw the photos of East High, I started to cry. OK, I’m sick, but still. That’s my old hood. And while it’s always been an inner city hood, that high school was built as a palace of learning. Every year (during my time on Capitol Hill) there was a huge art festival in the parks around the school. My brother sold paintings there one summer. I rode my bike there dozens of time, listening to Marshall Tucker on my Walkman.
I didn’t know gun violence until the gang-banging in my San Diego hood in the late 80s/early 90s . That was scary as drive-by were common. I watched a guy die of a gunshot wound — he ran down the alley, crossed the street (cross street to mine). It happened the boys on bikes and I were out there. He fell headfirst on my next-door neighbor’s front yard. The BOYS tried to shelter ME from what we were all seeing. CA laws came down strong and fast on that stuff with gun restrictions, a cop shop in the hood and lots of of police presence.
That this continues in this country as a WHOLE 30+ years after all that? It strikes me that the reason the “right” fights so hard against gun laws is that they work.
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sadly, I think you are correct. if people are settled and feeling safe and appreciating each other, they lose their audience.
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Yep. 😦 I’m deeply disgusted.
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