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Mon, Sep. 16th, 2013, 05:38 pm

Thirteen dead in Washington, DC Navy Yard shooting.

Some of the dead were the much-vaunted good guys with guns: the security guards.

Maybe now we can have a discussion about reasonable gun control...?

Nah. Didn't think so.

I warn you, though: I am in no mood for bullshit. Mourn the dead, and otherwise shut up. We'll talk guns later this week.

Not today.

Thirteen dead.

This entry was originally posted at http://filkertom.dreamwidth.org/1639119.html. You may comment there or here, although LJ tends to have a livelier conversation at this time.

Mon, Sep. 16th, 2013 09:48 pm (UTC)

Bright blessings to those who died, & to the injured & everyone's family & loved ones. Another entry on a too-long list....

Mon, Sep. 16th, 2013 10:51 pm (UTC)
CrashOverride64: Two Very Wise Men Say It Best, IMHO...

I don't think things are going to improve until we remember that our first priority as a species is... the preservation of ourselves as a species. Helping each other, loving each other, embracing the differences that make us unique, celebrating the commonalities that make us one.---Tom Smith

Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us and each voice lost diminishes us.---Citizen G'Kar

Mon, Sep. 16th, 2013 10:57 pm (UTC)

We mourn the dead, and try to make sense of the senseless. And at the same time, we honor those who, when there was danger, ran towards it and not away.

Tue, Sep. 17th, 2013 02:41 am (UTC)

THIS. Well said, sir.

Tue, Sep. 17th, 2013 12:10 am (UTC)

The shooter is one of the dead so we may not find out the real reason behind it. We should more for all of them, even the one most responsible. There had to have been a better way.

Remember the victims and remember the survivors and hope we can learn from this.

Tue, Sep. 17th, 2013 12:57 am (UTC)

I got nothing printable to say. Nothing.

Tue, Sep. 17th, 2013 01:45 am (UTC)

The reason? The reason? There is no reason. There is no meaning. Searching for explanations, reasons, meaning where there are none is a dangerous unending trap. The poet E E Cummings had this to say about it: "Bang is the meaning of a gun."