I can’t look at the TV and I can just barely glance at the headlines.
I don’t to hear the details of the shootings. I don’t to know how many shots were fired. I don’t want to speculate on what the children felt during the time of the shootings. I don’t want to see the faces of the children’s parents. I don’t want to hear of the heroics of the teachers. I don’t want to hear about what people witnessed when they who first arrived on the scene. I don’t want to see funerals. I don’t want to know about the quiet awkward guy who did the shooting and I don’t want to see the agony of his mother.
I can’t look at the pictures of beautiful children that died violently.
I don’t want to hear interviews of psychological experts.
I don’t want to see the news whores scrambling to interview traumatized parents.
I don’t want to hear political whores use this event to pontificate about their own views.
And God, I’m can’t stand facebook where people feed their anxieties about gun laws and extra security and questions about who is at fault for letting this happen.
I’ve already seen dead children and held shattered parents. I’ve walked through traumatized crowds. So I don’t want to think about these things.
And yet it’s all I can think about.