I’ve been refreshing the news pretty steadily since yesterday morning. I worked nowhere near the Navy Yard during my time in DC, but I know someone who does. He’s alive and well. Like the rest of us, he’s waiting to find out who didn’t make it home.
I imagine there’s going to be a lot of talk about guns over the next few days. Because the victims were likely adults and the gunman decided to attack a naval base, I doubt the conversation will have the same intensity that it did after Newton. But one question will still be there.
What can we do? What can we really do to make these attacks stop? Regulate guns, say some. Tighten security, say others. Love more, say the doves. Punish more, say the hawks.
We’ve heard it all before. I feel rather than slinging the same mud at each other, we need to be honest with ourselves about the fact that no matter how well we prepare and how many precautions we take, nothing can protect us 100% from a crazy person who decides to use a gun for ill.
And to counter that melancholy conclusion, here is another cat picture. Take a minute today to hug someone (or some animal) you love.