Someone on Facebook posted this today. It’s attributed to Shaun King, but I can’t find it anywhere else. Regardless, the sentiment is appropriate:
Oct 1 was two years since I lost two friends and nearly a third in a school shooting. Since that quiet morning I’ve seen my country decay into a place where anyone who doesn’t toe the line arbitrarily delineated by the Republican party is labeled as an Other and is ostracized and victimized. Colin Kaepernick and those who protested with him have been labeled as traitors for doing nothing more than staging a very peaceful and non-disruptive protest. Yet a man who opens fire with a machine gun into a crowd of innocent people engenders nothing more than “thoughts and prayers” and few tsk-tsks from the disgusting pile of pig shit that is our president.
Monday morning I woke up and, in my uncaffeinated fog, decided to check Facebook. For the preceding 24+ hours my FB feed had been almost nothing but warm wishes and remembrances for those lost in the Oct 1, 2015 school shooting. It took me almost 10 minutes to realize all the “thoughts and prayers” glurge from everyone from my coworkers to George Takei about the mass shooting was actually about a New and Improved act of mass murder. Here we are, a day later, and I’m still having a hard time processing this: we’ve arrived at the point where this has become so common we can’t tell them apart.
And, since this particular asshole was white, “thoughts and prayers” is all we’re going to get.
This “squank” of which you speak? What part of town does one go to in order to get some? Does it induce euphoria and a false sense of well-being? Is it a reliable boner-induction procedure? A craving for crunchy food-like substances?