This is not a post I wanted to write. But I sort of had to, because I sort of still give a damn. (And it serves for both Five Minute Friday and #write31days.)
Well, it does look like the USA needs some caregiving. After Las Vegas and Charlottesville and an absolute torrent of online incivility, we're battered and bruised and bleeding.
There's a story here, and it's one no one wants to hear. (STORY is the FMF prompt.)
We have a big problem here, and it's not the alt-right or Antifa or guns or Black Lives Matter.
Las Vegas will be forgotten in a week, as The Voice blind auditions rumble on, and we plan our holiday parties. Fifty-eight people dead is really just a statistic unless you knew one of them. After all, we lose the same number every day on our roads, from DUI and texting-while-driving.
Who's mourning them?
Only their close circle...for the rest of us, it's better you than me, and hey...where's the remote?
Yeah, we have a problem. The problem lies in our collective soul, and it has a name.