I love this country. I will not give up. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m just not wired that way.
But neither will I sugarcoat this. It’s broken.
We couldn’t even get to noon on the Fourth of July without doing what is quintessentially modern American thing—hosing down innocent strangers with an implement designed for one purpose only—killing as many humans as efficiently as possible and as quickly as possible.
However you choose to describe this, don’t’ call it an aberration. No. This IS now America.
It’s broken. I pray it’s repairable. Facts make me doubtful.
You want American symbolism on “Independence Day”? You just saw it.
I love the Fourth of July. It’s my deal. It always has been. To me, it has always represented who we truly are.
Sadly, it still does. Now more than ever.
The Fourth has always been my favorite day. Summer is my favorite time.
I just heard “Hot Fun in the Summertime.” It’s my anthem. I’m a summer baby. Now, complete with tears.
This is not an aberration. This is now who we truly are.
I will never give up. I couldn’t if I wanted to.
But no more denial.
This is us.
It is broken.
We have betrayed our promises. To ourselves. To each other. To the truth.
This happened because we somehow redefined sacred principles of freedom as mere hedonistic selfishness and blind hatred of “the other.”
Spare me the, “Yeah, but despite all of this, we are still the greatest country on Earth,” crappola. We were. Perhaps we can be again. For those of you who want to keep trying, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you.
But right now we suck out loud. And we must all own it.
Don’t tell me today was an “aberration.” It was an accurate description of who we currently are.
We blew it. Because we got fat, stupid and selfish and decided to create God in our ridiculous image.
A nation loses its greatness when it loses sight of what made it great in the first place. Hint; it was neither autocracy nor theocracy.
Why do people keep referring to these events as “random” acts of violence?
There’s not one random thing about any of them.
And “senseless”? These things make all the sense in the world to the monsters who commit them.
Further evidence of the depths of our denial.