re: #306 The Ghost of a Flea

Bullying doesn’t explain it. Dude and I were both relentlessly bullied to the point of us spending many days walking home from school crying. (Different places, somewhat different generations, but relentless bullying for both of us.) Yet, even though we both knew how to use guns—he had access to lots of guns, I did not—neither one of us decided to go shoot up a school, church, baseball game, etc. etc.

It’s not bullying, it’s something more. Maybe it’s no hope. Maybe these people were never fully loved. Or maybe it’s the goddamn easy access to pretty much any gun anyone wants without any checks on that privilege.

I don’t expect anything to change, since I don’t think we have an America anymore. And this is why I despair more every day.