Sunday, August 4, 2019

Sometimes, There Are No Words

It happens on what seems to be an almost daily basis and so frequently I think we're talking about one mass shooting but we've already moved on to the next one as happened Saturday when the carnage spread from Texas to Ohio. 

WTF. How do we keep having a 'next mass shooting'?  



When will we admit thoughts and prayers aren't doing it anymore?
-bill kenny

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