I did not keep up with LJ today. I did not edit. I wept. And wandered around, senseless. Two towns over. Fifteen minutes from my home. Babies. Dead. Twenty of them. Six adults. The shooter. All dead. I was on my way home from Danbury, saw my town police screaming the other way, and wondered.
No words. No fucking words.
No words. No fucking words.

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I saw the news this morning and the pain reaches like a black icy wind right the way to this side of the world...
and also
so much love
Blessings
xxx
I cannot even begin to comprehend what the parents are going through and what possibly had gone through that young man's head. I am utterly and completely horrified.
Sometimes, I'm so relieved to be living over here, though clearly we have our own sets of home-grown psychotic loons so we can't exactly say that we occupy the moral high ground. We found the murder of the two policewomen heart-breaking earlier this year, and though it's been sixteen years since the massacre at Dunblane, I still remember the horror and disbelief I felt when I first heard of it.
You know, if they're so hellbent on self-destruction, why can't they just cut out the middleman and kill themselves without dragging so many innocents into the flippin' mix!?!