This originally started out as a rant against President Obama, then Neontaster and MWR put this in my twitter timeline:
Perhaps we should be concerned with those NOT crying over the mass murder of children. #StopGunViolence
— Jessica Valenti (@JessicaValenti) January 5, 2016
The President said much the same type of thing in his speech about being “numb” and not caring and whatever straw men he usually spouts.
How dare both of they. It’s offensive that you think you can look in my head and know what I think. That you think I wasn’t stunned to my knees about Newtown or San Bernardino is demonizing me for no other purpose than politics and self-aggrandizement.
For that matter you think I don’t care that St. Louis City experienced roughly a murder every other night last year (188 was the final count by the police). Indeed it makes me cringe, I know that people can’t be expected to better themselves when they’re living in a small warzone. I reach out for answers, but I’m not finding any. No, the answer to gang black market sales is not some weird requirement for trusts buying guns. The left, always so sure of some action being better than no action, jumps into the fray with…well I’m not sure what exactly.
If I may look into your head for a bit President Obama, I think I will. But first a little backstory. Some years back I lost a cousin to drugs. Not to an overdose, but to a drug fueled run onto a California freeway. I still cringe every now and then and remember my dad dropping the phone in tears when he got the news. He blubbered so much nonsense or so we thought in the moment was nonsense (“she’s dead, she’s dead!”) my mom thought he had lost it, picked up the phone and then upon hearing the other end relay the same information, she too dropped the phone in tears.
In my anger, I wanted to string up my cousin’s friends who plied her with drugs, the dealers who sold them, everyone. I still can’t think about the state of California without getting angry.
Yet you Mr. President, who gleefully admitted that you smoked dope all the time and snorted “a little blow whenever we could get our hands on it” (per your own book), you have been fairly soft on drugs. Letting CO run amok, lessening sentences, etc. If it saves just one life Mr. President shouldn’t you be harder on this? If it could have saved my cousins life? Or might I suggest you, a (former?) user of drugs simply are numb to the pain of the families and friends of the tens of thousands lost to drugs each year. Do you not care?
You Ms. Valenti, say we should be worried about “those not crying…” have you wept lately for those lost to drugs? Why kind of monster are you?
My estimable co-blogger has pointed out the cost of drugs in another post. I urge you to read it. In the meantime, although I have urged civility in the past may I just say this:
Mr. President, go find a mountain of that blow you love(d?) so much and bury your head in it. That’s all you deserve at this point.
Update: And via @theH2 we have this mess:
— NYT Opinion (@nytopinion) January 6, 2016
Fuck you too NYT, fuck you so very much.