Sunday, December 16

Tragic. I don't know what else could be worst.

As I read the article Connecticut School Shooting 'Gallery of the Innocents' and scrolled through face after face,
I felt sick to the stomach. True that what's left today are only photographs.
But it is not hard to imagine these babies while they were alive and well.
The thing I love most about little children their smiles. A kid's smile expresses everything about them. It is honest.
It is sweet cheeky sheepish mischievous kind hopeful shy all at once.

Each of the 26 victims were shot up to 11 times by a semiautomatic rifle, with two of the victims being shot at incredibly close range. The bullets had pierced everywhere – heads, extremities, and torsos.

I know God teaches us to forgive.
And the gunman himself probably lived a hard life to commit such an act of madness..

Adam Lanza planned his murderous rampage with meticulous precision, destroying his computer's hard-drive to hinder investigators and rigging his semi-automatic rifle "Rambo-style" to fire with maximum efficiency.
The bullets used in the massacre were designed specifically to penetrate deep tissue and do a devastating amount of damage. The killer used "frangible ammunition", inflicting wounds that are usually beyond medical help.

But there is no reason good enough. Not even insanity.
For all the innocence you pulled down under with you, for the millions of hearts you effectively broke,
I will need to say this tonight


fuck you Adam Lanza.
Really really fuck you.