Quiet

The sadness is overwhelming.

I feel it, just like you do. But forgive me, I'm not going to 'like' the heartbreaking photo or story you have posted on Facebook, or add my comment to the thousands of comments already posted to that post, and I'm not going to 'share' that photo or story on my page. It doesn't mean I care less, or that I am callous or heartless. It's just not my way. Don't tell me that if I don't repost your prayers that something bad will happen to me. If something bad does happen to me, it won't be because of a post on Facebook. I know better than that. The sadness is overwhelming.

I'm not going to write about it again on the blog. I just don't feel this silly little blog (where I have shared wacky art projects, quirky nature photos, sometimes controversial opinions, and my peculiar sense of humor) is an appropriate venue for serious discussion. And anyhow, I just don't feel like discussing.

I'd rather be quiet, and simply tell those closest to me that I love them. Which I have already done, and will do again. And again.

But I will say this: I don't know why anyone should have access to an assault weapon. Hunters don't need them. There is simply no good reason for an assault weapon to be in the hands of any ordinary citizen. NOBODY should have one.