“17 people are dead…”
“…the suspect was said to be “crazy about guns…”
“…thoughts and prayers go out to the victims’ families in Parkland…”
Clyde Mills listened from his living room with his back to the television. This had only been a matter of time. Nothing had changed since Laura.
“Authorities say that the suspect, Nikolas Cruz, was formerly a student at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School and had previously been expelled for disturbing behavior.”
Clyde ran his fingers over his magazine in his hands. This was despicable. On Valentine’s Day no less. 90 years ago, the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre killed 7 gang members. It was called a massacre. This man killed 17 and it was called a “shooting”. The massacre had been a gang war. What did that make this?
“President Trump had this to say…”
Clyde’s blood boiled as he heard the president’s voice behind him and squeezed the magazine in his fist.
“We are committed to working with state and local leaders to help secure our schools and tackle the difficult issue of mental health…”
Clyde resisted the urge to spit on the floor. He was glad he had served his time long before this administration. The only way mental health was relevant to this conversation was the sanity of the people in power not doing anything about it.
“It is not enough to simply take actions that make us feel like we are making a difference. We must actually make that difference.”
Nothing about guns. Not a blessed thing.
Clyde loaded his magazine into his AR-15 then slipped the rifle into its bag.
He’d had enough. Laura had been the last straw. And now was the time to make sure that this would never happen again.