So this guy shows up at a baseball field and opens fire on his countrymen believing they are his enemy because they probably don’t hold the same political views as he does.
What did he expect to accomplish?
He was likely radicalized by the legacy media rhetoric to the point where imagined injustices became reality in his twisted mind.
We shall see if this will reign back some of the vitriol spewed in the media. If it does, how long will it last?
Like I wrote earlier, folks is crazy.
The threshold of what is or isn’t a civil society appears before us. Tolerance of differing ideas is ebbing. The incarceration of individuals who are suspected of wrong think is a notion I’ve heard as is limiting free speech.
If ideas, good and bad, cannot be discussed, they will still find their way into action, perhaps in less appropriate venues and in even less savory forms. I’d much rather be offended by free speech than suffer the consequences of an Orwellian society.
“Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”
It don’t matter who it is, folks can figure out a way to sabotage even family members and close friends. The certainty of our beliefs allows us to demonize and alienate them. Sick.
The venom has surfaced and ignited. A substantial reserve of anger looms. The chaos, fueled and fanned by incompetent administrators make accommodation unlikely.
Will this stop at this scorching or is complete meltdown inevitable. What, if anything will rise from the cinders?
Instinct would have us steer clear of the billowing smoke or abandon a vessel set ablaze. The way forward eludes me.
The riots in Berkley last Saturday expose the continued erosion of what is socially acceptable now. “Rumbling” is protest. The seeds were sown long ago and the current societal landscape is fertile for those inclined to violence, regardless of affiliation, to flourish.
The fringes are unchained. How far that will continue to unravel inward remains to be seen. I suspect the peak is a ways off yet.
The clarity is substantially improved by stepping outside of the putrid haze of what is the currently practiced form of political discourse. One can breath more deeply when not coughing up the feet we stuff in our mouths. The sky can be seen again, the clouds of fear, hate and despair float over the horizon. The reverberation of shouts and screams fade and my heartbeat can be heard again.
The alarm of those now politically activated is healthy. They recognize the danger government power, at least when their candidate isn’t holding the whip. My prayer is that it will lead to greater checks to that power, not to a stronger substitute.
Granting or surrendering power to anyone is a dangerous avenue to travel. The scale of the folly corresponds directly to the totality of the control. Without a leash we get Mao, Stalin, Hitler… and the sharp end of the bayonet.
The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it always to be kept alive. –Thomas Jefferson
I couldn’t agree more.
The FB environment is toxic. Enough of my friends and family who align with one of the “two” major parties feel the need to vent their political frustrations there cluttering up my feed to the point I could no longer ignore it. The stink was overwhelming.
I left. I’ll miss the neighborhood news and pictures of the kiddlets. Everything else, good riddance.