I'm trying to comprise a simple breakdown of the "Death Count vs. Terrorist Weapon" argument brewing in everyone's mind due to recent events, but my dog keeps farting loudly behind me. If I were to light a match, we might experience a small explosion of our own.
I'm not trying to make light of the situations, any of them. It seems to me that we now live in a society where the only people who have the power to change lives are killers with weapons, and if they choose to commit a crime, there is nothing we can do to stop them.
Recently, we had a false alarm where I work. I went in just a little uneasily the next day. I worry every time I step foot into the classroom. But I can suspect a classroom full of hooligans of having what it takes to remove me from my most prized possessions (my kids) and there isn't a damn thing anyone could do about it. Until there are deaths, and even after, we are no closer to preventing these life-changing events. Every time I hear of another shooting, bombing, killing, I think What now? What before? What ten years from now will we have changed?
The stench just hit me. It's time for bed.
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