Raw Feelings.

 To my great relief, the Mr. finally turned off the talking heads. Silence prevailed for a few minutes. They caught Charlie's killer. I am relieved, but nothing really dispels the overwhelming sadness. Nothing will bring him back. Even lying in state, the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and the escort by Air Force 2, is not enough. There is an empty spot at the Kirk family table, where his kids will grow up with no memory of him. Where his wife will serve meals for three, while she works at being both mother and father to those children. A mom and dad who will bear the excruciating pain of putting their baby in the ground, because he dared to speak the truth. 

It's abhorrent to me that a good man is gunned down for the words coming out of his mouth. They didn't like it. So they killed him. With a hunting rifle, geared to take down an elephant. He didn't even make it out of that venue alive. He was dead on impact. 

In my opinion, anyone who gleefully rejoices in his death is just as guilty of murder as the man who pulled the trigger. 

And I don't understand that gleeful joy. I can't stand Obama, or Joe Biden, or Kamala, or Pelosi. I don't hate them. I hate what they stand for. But I, in no way wish them dead. I wish them well. I hope they find Jesus, and make it to Heaven. I will genuinely rejoice if I see them there. 

I had an argument with my mother, via text this morning, about Charlie Kirk. I may have been a little harsh. Raw feelings were fully formed, while words were still coming to the forefront of my sleepy brain. I had been awakened from sleep with angry words opening the morning. I don't want to hear about gun control.  When the people advocating for gun control stop shooting people in schools and churches, and at rallies, and debate forums, then, and only then can we talk about gun control. 

And truly, it isn't about the guns, anyway. It's about the sad and sorry state of the human heart. If you take away the guns, it will be the guy on the bus stabbing the young Ukranian refugee, just trying to get home after a long day of work. If it isn't a knife, it will be a demented being bashing somebodies head in with a rock. If it isn't a rock, it will be somebody's bare hands, strangling the life out of someone. 

Guns don't shoot by themselves. Knives don't stab by themselves. Rocks don't bash by themselves. It's the humans in charge that are the problem. 

I've been told that I don't understand what's going on in my government. My intelligence has been called into question. Truth is, I chose not to pursue a college education, choosing instead to have and raise a family. For some reason that has cast me as a dumb, unintelligent redneck. The "village idiot" so to speak.  A "bitter clinger", clinging to my guns and Bible. I was never a cool kid, and I guess I am not going to start now. I have always clung to my Bible, although I wouldn't call myself bitter about it. 

As far as the guns go, I believe every American has the right to defend him or herself. The founding fathers intended it that way, and it's not something we should be quick to strip away from ourselves, lest we find ourselves in church, hiding behind a pew, hoping we don't get shot up by some lunatic who can't handle the truth,.