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Does anyone remember this article: http://www.theonion.com/article/fuck-everything-nation-reports-30743

It was from December 14, 2012. Right after Sandy Hook.

Sandy Hook was four years ago. It was four years ago! And yesterday, 50 people shot dead in a nightclub in Orlando. And today, Facebook, more thoughts and prayers. Because that is the best we can do, it is all we are ever going to do, ever. Change our profile pics and donate some money to some cause that is never going to be able to accomplish their mission, ever.

And when I say we, I don't mean you. You voted for change. You donated blood. You sent money. You did something. I know you did. But it didn't matter. Because the guy who shot those first graders four years ago was a human being who lived here. And the guy who shot up that nightclub was a human being who lives here. And Donald Trump is a human being who lives here. And fucking Brock Turner is a human being who lives here.

And I know the drill. When the world feels evil, be good. Look to the helpers. Don't let anger and hate win. Choose love. Beware the path to the dark side. I know all that.

But I am so damn angry and so damn tired and so damn tired of being angry. If 26 dead kids didn't make anyone do anything differently, then 50 dead club patrons certainly isn't going to matter either. I know there are good people all around us but to be honest you guys, today I am just ashamed to be a human. Seriously. I look at my dog lying in the sun and I am filled with envy. We suck. We are hate filled, ugly, stupid and useless. Fuck us. All of us.

Ok, not you. You guys are the good ones. I will remember that tomorrow, I promise. But right now I am going to take my kid to the park and sit in the sunshine hating everyone. Forgive me.


"Americans reported feelings of overwhelming disgust with whatever abhorrent bastard did this and with the world at large for ever allowing it to happen, as well as with politicians, with the NRA, and above all with their own pathetic goddamn selves, sitting in front of a fucking computer instead of doing fucking anything to help anyone—Christ, as if that were even fucking possible, as if anyone could change what happened, as if the same fucking bullshit isn’t going to keep happening again and again and fucking again before people finally decide it’s time to change the way we live, so what’s the point? What the hell is the goddamned point?" The Onion, Dec, 4, 2012







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