Bad Dog

This is one of those Fridays when I am stunted for thoughts. There’s not much room for playful commentary when incomprehensible inaction has created a nation in which mass child homicide is not longer shocking. I think now would be a great time for a Republican lawmaker to take a trip to Cancún or share a Christmas card photo with their whole family holding guns. Anything would suffice except the empty sorrow and performative surprise of yet another tragedy they enabled, their tails tucked between their legs as they stand in the middle of the mangled living room of this country.