Why Gun Lovers Don’t Get To Grieve Another Massacre With Me

Amen. Thanks so much for this. The time for condolences is long past. Only righteous anger paired with activism is appropriate now.

Originally posted on john pavlovitz:

I am grieving again today.

Once more I am mourning the senseless execution of beautiful souls torn to shreds in the prime of their lives and in the middle of their ordinary. I am grieving more premature funerals and canceled weddings and discarded futures—and I want to be alone right now.

Gun lover, please don’t tell me you’re grieving along with me today too. I just don’t think I want your company.

If you’re still against greater gun control measures—you don’t get to grieve with me today.
If you’re part of the zealous, gun-glorifying community—you don’t get to grieve with me today.
If you are a militant, unrepentant NRA apologist—you don’t get to grieve with me today.
If your right to bear arms ultimately matters more to you than the human wreckage strewn about the Umpqua campus (and schools and movie theaters and shopping malls and highways)—you don’t get to grieve with me…

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An important discovery has been made of a Bust of Christ by the Afro-Indian sculptor Edmonia Lewis (1842-1907). It is in a collection in Scotland for which she also created a Madonna and Child With Angels.

A work by her of this name was auctioned in London in the latter part of the 19th-century, but with no illustration and little other information.

For a quick intro to Lewis, her life and career, Google “Marilyn Richardson” “Edmonia Lewis” both in quotes.

Don’t Be So Sure About James Blake; He Was Standing Still And Minding His Business While Black

Sketchy Black Man Loitering

Well, we don’t know the whole story. What was he doing 5 minutes before. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Mistaken identity happens. Cops leave home every day just praying to make it back to their families alive. No one’s perfect. He wasn’t hurt much. Now he’ll play the race card to get attention and to get the city to pay him for nothing with taxpayers’ money. It’s just a short video; we weren’t there so we can’t know what really happened. There are two sides to every story. The cop might have felt frightened by him and over-reacted just a bit. He had to jump him before he had a chance to reach for any weapon he might have had — that’s only good police training. They have to expect things. The cop could’ve been shot or knifed, and then what would you say, huh? How would you feel then?

All Lives Matter!

[Hey, you folks know I’m being snarky here, right?]

Required Reading

Number 12

A fine list from For Harriet. And be sure you have Number 12!

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A Language of Opulence

I find this fascinating.These are decorative imitations of an Arabic script used to represent opulence and and rarity.


The fake calligraphy becomes a powerful cultural signifier that incorporates language, affluence, and design. But because the “writing” is utterly meaningless and based on a visual perception of an alien system of communication, the scribbles, though decorative, become an abstraction of the idea of Arabic culture embodied by language.

[Thanks  #Medievalpoc]

Yeah, But What About…?


ONE thing that attempts to have political and social change conversations online has taught me is that the urge to deflect rather than engage is really strong. Focusing on some statements must feel like looking into the sun for lots of folks, so many replies veer off to change-the-subject land.


Trump, et al


I’M both laughing and horrified like most everyone else, but the malignant chill he casts is making him less funny. Watching him in front of an audience is like peering into an open sewer of a mind of unbridled ego, venom, and ruthlessness.

How is it that such a person can attract a following? I find it hard to even look at his face when he speaks. And really, doesn’t his hair obsession make him a joke right out of the gate? Who are the people who get past that and listen to him?



THE truly addled are pouring into positions of political power. This is what the Tea Party hath wrought.


I admit I’ve believed that the ship of state, however inherently flawed, would manage to stay afloat. But it’s getting horrifying to watch it turn into a disastrous Ship Of Fools.


The Repubs, once again, have no one remotely capable of functioning on a national, let alone international, level. No One! And in a two-party system (such as it is) in today’s world, that’s frightening.