Friday, July 8, 2016

Black Day in July

You know? I'm not even surprised, hearing about the shootings in Dallas. Strangely not even all that sad, and anything but shocked.

I'm numb inside. Immune to the trending headlines that speak of death after death, murder, brutality, hate, and still the misguided and patently stupid belief that guns will fix everything.

The U.S. has been heading for a meltdown for some time. It's so broke. There can be only so many black lives taken by police before the guns are turned around. The anger, the frustration, the justified belief that nothing will ever change, that black lives don't matter, has created a simmering cauldron that is way above the boiling point. 

I don't condone it, of course. I hate guns. But I'm not surprised. 

It's ridiculous that the U.S. has a reputation for its stance on terrorism, and yet it's not terrorists Americans should be worried about: it's each other. I'm not going to offer up any prayers because I believe that's a complete waste of breath, spit and time, but I do send condolences to my American friends, and a sincere hope that they can find a way to muddle through this nightmare they're forced to endure. Talk about a black day in July.


I posted this on FB tonight; thought it was worth sharing. For what it's worth.


  1. I am so sorry. And my heart goes out to the people who have lost loved ones to this senseless violence - and to those who live in fear.
    The gun culture is completely alien to me for which I am grateful.

  2. I'm really hating living in the US right now. Things are getting worse with each passing day.

  3. It is a wound in the heart. That's the only way I can describe it... particularly the Philando Castile murder.

  4. Very true of the world today.
    I don't believe the problem is guns; the problem is an immoral culture that leaves hopeless and helpless people in the dark.

  5. missing you - and hoping life is treating you kindly.


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