We say “Never again!”
But they are empty words
More blood, and ripped, tender, young flesh
More gut wrenching images
More yellow tape
More grief and sorrow
More shatter lives
More thoughts and prayers
God forgive us
As we sacrifice our children
To the highest bidder
Over the past week, AGMA has run at half marathon, helped newly naturalized citizens to register to vote, worked five corporate chair massage jobs, had one table massage client, went out to dinner with friends, attended a Bible study, had a bang trim, and marched in the Atlanta March For Your Life march (after running 6 miles in the morning before the march.)
I’m freakin’ exhausted.
And I leave on my trip in less than 12 hours and still not done packing. So why am I writing this post? Great question….
This is not normal AGMA modus operandi.
Once upon a time, I was bored. AGMA reflects upon that time fondly…
This was pre-blog, pre-running, pre-tRump, and before I transitioned over to corporate chair massage work. Post-blog and running, things were still a bit slow so I started a little eBay business. All was chugging along nicely.
Then November 8, 2016 happened.
All hell broke loose and life hasn’t been the same since.
My new interest in saving the US from the grip of a wannabe fascist, Putin loving, pussy grabbing, narcissistic, homophobic, xenophobic traitor nudged out my little eBay business.
It’s for a good cause..
AGMA knew I hadn’t sold anything for a the past few months, but I didn’t realize how bad I had neglected things until I went to put my “store” on “vacation”. To clarify, vacation is when you tell people they can still buy stuff from you, but it just won’t get shipped out until you get back.
Turns out I never turned off my vacation settings from my LAST trip in late January/early Feb.
No wonder I haven’t been selling anything.
Things will be better when we get back from our trip
Well, actually no. We leave 2 days later for an out of town wedding. After the wedding things will settle down.
Well, actually no. We are home for nine days then got to Chicago for almost a week.
Now we’re into May.
But probably not even then. Benedict Donald is still around and is even more batsh*t crazy than ever.
No wonder I’m freakin’ exhausted.
But the March For Our Lives. Ah, the March…
Organized and put on by students survivors of the Parkland mass shooting a mere 5+ weeks afterwards. Teens who are far braver than I and stronger than most. Teens who are more eloquent than I could ever hope to be. Teens who have allowed me to hope again, I mean really hope, for the future of our country.
The March was worth whatever extra energy I had to expend to be there.
I’ve seen estimates of up to 70,000 marchers in Atlanta. Not sure about the exact number but AGMA can testify that there were a sh*tload of people downtown on Saturday.
But our crowd looked minuscule compared to the “mother ship” in Washington DC. Half a million plus? And YUGE crowds in Boston and Chicago and LA and New York and Miami and, and, and….
And like the Women’s March in January of 2017, there were sister marches all over the globe.
And all orchestrated by teens who less than 6 weeks ago saw friends and teachers murdered in cold blood at their school.
If that doesn’t give you goosebumps, then I don’t know what will. I honestly have goosebumps as I write this.
The winds of change are starting to blow…do you feel it?
And AGMA plans to be available to help these amazing young people as much as I possibly can, exhausted or not.
But that’s okay…I can always pick up my eBay gig after November 10, 2020. Or after the Orange Cheeto-head goes to jail.
Which ever comes first.
Gotta go finish packing…
Okay…this isn’t a continuation of my vacation report post of last week. For good reason.
Like most Americans with a soul (this excludes the GOP), my heart is broken over the slaughter of innocents in Florida last week.
My Facebook timeline is full of antigun memes that I’ve posted. I know people on Facebook are wondering why I’m still harping on this gun control thing and the FL shooting.
I mean, wasn’t that so last week…?
That’s what’s become of us Americans. Oh – another week, another massacre using semi-automatic weapons built to shoot between 4 to 8 rounds a second. No biggie. It happens all the time.
And as the gun rights advocates say, “Your dead children don’t override my 2nd Amendment rights.” Seriously.
We are losing our souls and our ability to feel horror at the type of mass murder we tragically experience on a regular basis.
But I’m just not ready to move on and watch baby goat videos yet.
I still feel the horror. Still hear the heartbreak in the parents voices who lost children. Still think of the young children who lost their parents; brave teachers trying to shield their students from death.
But I sense a glimmer of something different happening this time.
Yes, the GOP lawmakers who’ve taken the NRA blood money will still continue to offer up their ‘thoughts and prayers’ and then do nothing. And the NRA will probably double down on their efforts to buy our Republican Congressional cowards. And the impotent gun loving lunatics who say they need an assault rifle to hunt ‘varmints and coyotes’ (I had somebody actually tell me that’s why they needed their assault rifle!) will go out and buy more just to prove the point that they can.
But there is something in the wind. Something that feels new this time.
I won’t call it hope. That would be too optimistic.
The students of Parkland, FL are speaking out. Loudly. They are calling out the ‘thoughts and prayers’ of the GOP for the B.S. that it is. They aren’t stupid. They know hypocrisy when they see it and hear it.
And the GOP has their hypocrisy on full display this time.
The students of Parkland, FL are sick of being told their right to live doesn’t supersede the crazies right to own high powered killing machines. They are sick of their lives being sold to the NRA by their elected officials. They are sick of do nothing politicians who care more about getting re-elected than protecting kids.
They are calling for a student and teacher walk out all over the country. And a march on Washington DC and in as many other cities in the US that want to organize one. They will be demanding our elected officials do something about these senseless, preventable slaughters. They will be demanding sensible gun legislation that will aim to keep these killing machines out of the hands of the mentally ill, those with criminal or domestic abuse backgrounds, teenage kids…
And if you don’t like the the term ‘gun legislation’, let’s call it massacre prevention.
AGMA will be marching with them.
Because I don’t want my grandchildren to be afraid to go to school. And I don’t want to be afraid for them.