Why do we avoid talking about the problems that actually matter? We are constantly caught in the repercussions of actual problems that we either don’t know enough about or are unwilling to fix. Why do some problems persist but others are nuked from oblivion with the full might of “Social Justice”?

I’d like to tell you a story about a kid named Johnny. Johnny was your average white sophomore in an average High School. He has a 3.0 rolling average, he plays baseball in the spring and he is somewhat indistinguishable from the rest of his class. His parents taught him tolerance, respect and love at a young age. But there is a problem with Johnny.

Johnny is an outcast in his class and his school. All social circles sees Johnny as a goody two shoes. Not because he judges people for not abiding to his standards of life. Not because he is a teacher’s pet or a narc. It’s because he is willing to be good and do the right thing. He might not know yet why he is impelled to do good or treat people so nicely, but it is comfortable so he does it anyways. Other people in the class see this as weakness. They call him a “cuck” or “bitch boy” just for being a generally good young man and holding doors open for people.

“Words crash against the heart like ocean waves on cliff rocks.”

Words are one thing. Words crash against the heart like ocean waves on cliff rocks. He stands firm because he believes “That’s like their opinion man”. It wasn’t until a balmy spring day that it became more then just their opinion. Johnny was jumped in the bathroom between class. He was held down and punched and kicked over and over again. The little bastards took turns beating the hell out of the kid. They broke him a little that day. It wasn’t the end though.

Every couple days they would kick him in the knees or slap him in the face and call him a “bitch”. He was already insecure because he had trouble talking to girls, but this. This open mockery of his character in open sight of his “society”. It led others in his class treating him the same. His parents told him not to worry and to tell the school counselor. The counselor gave the bullies a slap on the wrist. No justice for a young boy’s destruction of personal respect and worth.

No matter, they found him afterwords and jumped him again for telling the counselor. Then whenever they felt like they would hurt him more. Again…… and again.. He then tried fighting back to no avail. One day he just gave up and let them torture him. Hoping it would end eventually.

It didn’t end. This went on till his senior year. Till the day he came into homeroom with a SKS-M with a drum mag he “acquired” from god knows where. He spared noone as noone spared him. He didn’t want to die, but he was already dead. Those bullies killed him and in return he killed everyone.

Including Kwan, his friend from English who was standing next to one of the bullies. And Mr. Rodriguez, his favorite teacher, who threw himself in front of the bullets to save one of the bastards who bullied Johnny constantly. Now that bully is a poster boy for the anti-gun movement. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Superdelegates are gud cause we Know them”

“But it’s the guns right? It isn’t the torture from those he slayed… It isn’t the inaction from the faculty or his parents or anybody for that matter… no it’s only the guns.” says the sheltering suburban mom.

If I put a dollar away every day for 2 years I would have $730. That is very significant compared to the individual contribution of $1. Yea you are out of that dollar every day but at least at the end you have the sum of your sacrifice. Now change that variable from money to pain. If you are bullied every day for 2 years how much pain has accrued? How does one release such pain when all external options have been exhausted? Where does that pain go?

The fear of the bullying leads to individual hate of a generalized group. The causality of that hate leads to said group and innocents suffering. Once someone makes that decision to do harm to another, its just a matter of figuring out the mode in which to do such pain. Even though it doesn't make it right it happens.

“BUT THE GUN!!” she says

Why do we constantly avoid talking about the problems that actually matter? Because that sheltering suburban mom has to get to Starbucks before her 9am hair appt or else she might have to skip on the gym or miss her favorite soap opera. She doesn't have the know-how or the context or even the fucks given to make an appropriate unbiased judgement. She sees the situation like a mother would. Kid can’t be nice with toy, take toy away. Easy..

I believe the situation calls for more attention and care. Our sons, daughters, faculty, and the community at large deserve higher priority then a “Venti Cappuccino no sugar no wip” and a rerun of “Days of Our Lives”

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