Hiding my head from political problems. Yeah, I’m at that stage.
I’ve stayed out of the gigantic mountain of wailing, shouting, crying, yelling, outrage, frenzy and general holy-shit-it-happened-again stuff on social media. I cannot fathom the anguish of parents, family and friends whose loved ones die by gunfire anymore.
I remember Columbine. I remember all of them since then. It’s gotten so damned numbing. How can I cry when there’s no tears left? How can I get outraged again when my outrage has been so used up?
The youth of this country are stepping into the hole I will leave. That, I can smile about. They need to step in, to show this nation that our children do matter. And they are pissed.
I’m done. But they are just beginning.