Tag Archives: Newtown

Equality: Background Checks for Everyone

Reprinted from TelemachusLeaps.com

The recent call from President Obama and advocates of stricter gun control laws for ‘universal background checks’ brought to mind this one unifying thought: Why not do this for everyone?

Think about it. Much of what separates us as a nation has to do with what any certain faction wants to do to another group of people in our society. ‘We’ think ‘they’ should be better regulated; restricted, prevented from having the same freedoms as we do, primarily because we think something is ‘wrong’ with them. Continue reading

A Missed Opportunity

Reprinted from TheFeeheryTheory.com

I actually don’t blame some Members of the Senate for threatening to filibuster the still-mysterious gun bill.

Who knows what they have come up with in the back halls of the Congress and who know what they will end up with once this bill gets to the floor.

Mitch McConnell had it exactly right when he held out the right to support a filibuster until he actually got a glimpse of the bill.

I think the whole process has pretty much stunk. Continue reading

Plenty of Blame to Go Around

Reprinted from Mullings.com

There is nothing good about the Newtown, Connecticut shootings. President Obama said what I thought my President should have said and the way I wanted my president to have said it in his remarks there last night.

I am no longer worried about my son. But my son is worried about his two little girls. They are not yet old enough for school, but sending a seven-year-old to school should not be a cause to worry all day that he or she will come home safely. Continue reading

The Enemy Within

Reprinted from TheFeeheryTheory.com

I feel like America is collectively living in a very disturbing episode of the Twilight Zone. The events from Friday morning in Connecticut have thrown me for a loop.

A kid from the suburbs killed a bunch of small kids from the suburbs and their teachers and their principal. That these children are roughly the same age as my son fills me with a combination of rage, dread, sadness, empathy, and confusion. Continue reading