Horror in Las Vegas

We all know the problem. The world we’ve built – the human civilization we’ve built – it’s making us insane. The pressure is too much for simple primates like Homo Sapiens – ding ding goes the car alarm, the phone, the app, the timer on the fridge, and everything else.

We have this awful tribalism going on. Us and them, them and us. Sorry, it’s just us and let’s face it – some of us, many of us, are just plain assholes. We could all be nicer – if we just took the time to put our ideas and thoughts in the head of those around us.

I don’t know what caused that guy in Vegas to snap…I don’t even know that the guy in Vegas did snap. He’s the Lee Harvey Oswald of October 2nd, 2017. A dead perp. The guy with nobody to really defend him. The guy nobody expected it of. Not an overt anything. Just a rich white guy with a bunch of guns that no one knew about.

What he did – or what was done – whatever it is – was awful, is awful. I don’t think it’s fake news…but I don’t know anymore. I just know that when I let that lady cross the street in front of me today, she waved and smiled and it didn’t make me late. I gave that stranger a ride today and she gave me high five and five stars on Lyft. I kissed my wife today and told her I love her. And I got to talk with my daughter about God and love and rainbows.

It’s these little things we can do in our lives that counteract this Las Vegas mass shooting suicidal horror…and Tom Petty died today, so I have the song You don’t know how it feels to be me…..

No, I don’t. We don’t. But we know how it feels to be human.