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Monday, November 16, 2015

Stop The Violence, Stop The Bombardment

I was out sick on Friday, and I live in a cord-cutter house. I have never been so grateful for the lack of cable television as I was this weekend.

That's not to say that I didn't see the news. My Facebook and Twitter feeds overflowed with it. Reddit clued me in before most of the rest of the world was even reporting on it. I logged into CNN and Google news, and felt the fist hit my gut. My hand settled over my mouth in horror as I read, and mourned, and then the hand turned into a fist, settled next to my keyboard.

And it still wants to strike out, and strike back.

I am a writer, not a fighter. I don't know guns, and hate and bombs and death beyond my television or laptop screen. I know words, and words have always brought me through when things like this hit my life,  my nation....or my world.

"Look for the helpers," Mr. Rogers once said. When tragedy strikes, there are always helpers. Focus on them. And so I pray that the media does more of that, and less of the sensationalizing that gives these monsters the glory they seek. 

More love, less hate in return.

It's not an easy thing, but it's the only thing that will save us all. 

Stand strong, Paris (and everywhere that fights and dies from this evil). You are part of this family we all call the world, and you are loved.

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