I titled this blog as a play on words for a cherished children's book...because this week I cannot get the images of 21 murdered souls out of my head...19 children and 2 teachers...19 children still caterpillars...not yet butterflies...there is so much crowding the space in my brain that never seems to shut off at night...reading some of the background story of the killer...wondering where he might have fallen through the cracks...young bullied girls seem to let anger churn inward...cutting and starving and a host of other tragic behavior...young bullied boys sometimes churn and explode...we have seen this on repeat...why do we still make it so easy for them to arm themselves...when do we learn...the answer is not to seal children in their schools...it might seem like some half-baked solution...but fire, anyone?...then there is the old NRA defense card...mental illness...that guns don't kill...people do...then, I ask...what would be the harm in having age requirements...background checks...permits...do you hand your 10 year old kid the keys to your car and say..."go take a ride on the LIE...at 5pm...weekday...eastbound"...maybe a small course so that people really learn how to be responsible gunowners...2nd amendment, you say...it begins with "well-regulated Militia"...what we have is not well regulated...and abolish all AR 15's...that's it...if you have a problem with that...you have a problem...but anger...it is sucking the oxygen out of life as we knew it...and the grown-ups keep yelling...and the kids are dying...and I can't cry anymore...I'm becoming numb...and that is the most terrifying thing...next time I see a butterfly...I will marvel how it even came to be in a world suspended in hate...
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