When it happened, it was barely in the news. I tried to write about it, but couldn’t. I still can’t. What more can be said that wasn’t said before. The fact that it still happens says it all.
It could just as easily have been somebody I care about. Or somebody you care about.
It WAS somebody named Jacob, which is eerie for me since I have a son named Jacob.
Another shooting of children. Another death. Another funeral.
If there was ever a way to fight back, though, to show that the guns don’t really win, this was the way to do it. With superheroes.
A young superhero is dead. At his funeral, his mother encouraged everybody to come dressed as a superhero, because Jacob was a superhero and wanted to save people. It was a touching tribute to Jacob, and a wonderful, heartfelt gesture by his Mom.
His family, his community is devastated. We are all diminished.
Because we do nothing. Again and again and again.
Fucking guns. Fucking second amendment. FUCKING NRA.
Elections matter for a whole lot of things.