Monday, my first-born grandchild, Maggie, graduated from pre-school. She wore a cap and gown. Photographs were taken of her - and her fellow graduates - tossing their caps into the air. I grinned ear-to-ear when I saw them. I grinned ear-to-ear typing these words.
Dostoevsky was right. Children, indeed, are angels.
Tuesday afternoon Uvalde, Texas became the latest American town was forced to add its name to the roll of those communities whose school children and the teachers who educate them have been the victims of a mass shooting. Nineteen innocents and two brave teachers who died trying to protect them were murdered inside of a single classroom.
Tuesday evening, with metronomic and predictable precision, came the chorus of voices. As this particular one-hit wonder always does, it performed its one and only song...
When, if ever, shall we reach the point in these United States where we begin to consider the counsel of the really, really (absurdly so in fact) brilliant Albert Einstein?
Time is short. Are we not long past the point where ignoring Einstein's words and Dostoevsky's sentiments is anything but insane? While you consider the question, the omnipresent chorus shall have the time needed to learn a second tune.
-AK
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