Today The Psycho's school started
two hours late today, not because of weather but because some student had
posted a threat of some sort. Last week, a 20 something intruder made his way
into the school as it was starting. Though he had not ill intentions it was
still scary to a point. What the fuck has happened to our world.
This past Friday, I helped her put a
Kevlar clipboard in her backpack. After adding a extra ~5 lbs to her backbreaking
backpack I instructed her that if a shooting ever happens, to run hide and put
your head and chest behind her bag. Her legs and arms can be fixed but not the
important bits.
It's fucking ridiculous.
I remember the fear we shrugged off
from the cold war, from the racial tensions of the late 80s/90s, and the
scariest thing I could think of, asking a girl on a date. But I am staggered by
the grace and at ease that my Psycho displays while trying to learn, keep her
grades up, work as a lifeguard, and put up with this shit. I don't know how I
would have. I take the time, more often than not, to look and be in awe of the fucking amazing woman she has become.
The one saving grace is these idiots
need to post/text their threats. Of course, we used to do stuff like this. Diaries, journals, dark prose, bad poetry,
black nail polish even over masturbation. I wrote some dark stuff, some of was okay
but most of it was crap. I remember
thinking about even hurting myself. It
was some rough times. At least I thought
so. I didn’t do it, much. Hell, I acted
out. Allot. I mean I was in trouble quite
a bit. I raged against the system. I still rage against the system, but it is
rage. Even in the death throes of “love,”
I wouldn’t have considered violence toward my former significant other or the
rest of my high school/college peers.
More likely I but that is a different matter, all together. If they were
like us with a pen and paper like us "old" people did, the administrators
and police wouldn’t stand a chance. I’m fucking thankful for this, of
course. 
If we look
back at all of this, there are surely some coinciding factors. Obviously, mental health is a problem that
needs to be addressed with action and not platitudes. School safety is important
but why are more schools resembling prisons more and more. Why on earth is there a need for a full-time
armed police officer on staff at The Psycho’s school? Obviously, I am not so stupid to not know the
answer to that but what brought us here.
I remember the days after I left school behind when zero tolerance
policies were in place. It had kids so
wound up with no outlet for mischief so eventually it burst out in overkill. Now our education system is under
attack. While the have and have nots being
an issue. I’m sure there are some
violent thoughts to our wealthier and (in)famous citizens that have recently used
their money and resources to cheat their way to have progeny in the college of their
choice. This can only put more stress on
our children as they try hard to earn their way into a place that others can
just bribe their way into. Stress is an obvious factor that comes from both
academic and social directions but is it that much different than in our
day. I fucking wonder. 
Okay, I’ve
been beating around the bush enough.
Fucking guns seem to be the most common factor. It is this country and our collective insistence
that we have an ease of access to firearms.
Why on earth do we have this love affair with guns. Are we trying to compensate for something. I admit in my youth and ignorance I had an affinity
for guns. I grew up. I know that as I am writing this we are also
heading toward our eventual revolution/civil war and taking up arms against our
fellow Americuns is inevitable. Is
anything just evitable. Kind of like
being whelmed. Our second amendment
doesn’t mention firearms. I know it probably
meant it but it doesn’t refer to hunting, home security, or for today’s purpose
killing children while they should be safe in school. Despite what we might want to believe it is a
plague that should be excised from our being.
At the very least limit the type of armament and monitor all transactions
regarding all guns and ammunition.
Though I know background checks cannot catch a potential threat it is
still a first line of defense regarding these horrors and terrorizing times. FUCK!(for
consistency)
I swear at
this point; my already questionable sanity is a little on the precipice. This sink hole will swallow us whole as well
as our progeny. What ever it is we decide I will not sacrifice my Psycho in the
process. Why can’t I go back to the good
old das when I was worried about her dating and a younger version of me showing
up at the door. Why isn’t that the worry
of us Parents. Why is it now powered to
the extreme? Why the fuck is it that I felt
compelled to buy a Kevlar (fuck your trademark DuPont) clipboard form my Psycho’s
backpack and this is not a FUCKING
OVERREACTION! We the parents should demand better. The Grandparents should demand better.
Our children should have better.
P.S. Buy the children in your life a bulletproof clipboard.
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