As I was polishing off my second yard-long frozen margarita at Mandalay Bay on Friday night, I realized I neglected to inform all of you that I was going out of town for a much-needed long weekend and wouldn’t be updating. I thought of you, Tumblr, because I heard about this: another mass shooting. Another AR-15, like at Newtown and Aurora.
And this one hit close to home. Like, six miles from home. I was in Santa Monica last weekend, frying my skin off at the beach. I went to college with tons of transfers from Santa Monica College, where some of the shootings took place. I don’t live in Santa Monica but I don’t live far from it.
4,850 Americans dead from gun violence since Newtown. In four days, it will be the six-month anniversary of Newtown. We’ve sacrificed nearly five thousand more people to our national fetish for guns and gun ownership. We have failed to pass universal background checks. We have failed to ban assault weapons. We have failed to limit ammunition. The price tag for unfettered, unlimited weapons ownership in America tops nearly 5,000 human lives in less than six months. Was it worth it?
#Prolife advocates have their priorities all fucked up. At least I keep it consistent, a #prochoice advocate for the right to bear arms.