Outrage and protest

Putting Jenny McCarthy on “The View” will kill children – Salon.com.

A sensational headline, right? Might have been better and (simply) accurate to say, “may put people at greater risk of harming their children.”

I woke this morning to a tweet wondering why there isn’t as much outrage about ABC’s continued humoring of George Will and his denial of climate science.

For the record, I am outraged equally.


I’ve been invited to a peaceful rally/march to celebrate the life of Trayvon Martin. Last year, when I first learned of his death, I was one of those who posted a picture of myself wearing a black hoodie, saying “I Am Trayvon.”

Now I think of all the ways in which I am not Trayvon; the ways in which my circumstances will always put me at a greater advantage than any young African American male walking on any street in the United States of America.

And I think of all the ways in which I am not George Zimmerman; the ways in which my circumstances give me a greater moral and ethical advantage than him, who walked the same street as Trayvon Martin, but with a concealed weapon and a hardly concealed predisposition toward fear and anger.

It is outrageous.


I can boycott “The View” or ABC, or attend a rally, or boycott the entire State of Florida. I can protest.

But ultimately, weak, ill-informed or willfully ignorant people, when empowered with an audience or a weapon, are likely to hurt others, no matter what I do as an individual.

It’s a painful realization. More painful than any level of outrage on any issue.

Sadness is always worse than anger. There’s no power in it. Unless, maybe, you have power to begin with.

Utterly, completely devastating, reading this now. The author of this post, “Late Night Thoughts on the Eaton Center Shooting,” was killed last night in Aurora, Colorado, at the Century 16 “Dark Knight” shooting.

A Run On of Thoughts

I can’t get this odd feeling out of my chest. This empty, almost sickening feeling won’t go away. I noticed this feeling when I was in the Eaton Center in Toronto just seconds before someone opened fire in the food court. An odd feeling which led me to go outside and unknowingly out of harm‘s way. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how a weird feeling saved me from being in the middle of a deadly shooting.

What started off as a trip to the mall to get sushi and shop, ended up as a day that has forever changed my life. I was on a mission to eat sushi that day, and when I’m on a mission, nothing will deter me. When I arrived at the Eaton Center mall, I walked down to the food court and spotted a sushi restaurant. Instead of walking in, sitting…

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