I wanted to talk about video games and violence. About how ever since I was a kid and skin heads were running amok we had mass shootings and the most violent game we could play was Pitfall or Space Invaders. I wanted to talk about the IRA who terrorized Ireland before the Atari console was even on shelves.
But I'm too angry.
I can't keep my thoughts straight and all I want to do is shout at the camera. It's pointless. No one cares about the real problem. No one that can actually do anything about it anyway.
So I'm just going to sit here and be angry.
Angry that dudebros get the privilege of walking through a shopping mall with a fully decked out assault rifle while our children die. Angry that my daughter is afraid to go to school because many of her classmates are Mexican. Angry that some jackass thinks my co-workers at Tesla are a detriment to this country instead of good people just trying to make a way in the world that they can call their own. Most of all though, I'm angry that our own President isn't angry at all about this. I'm angry that he's sitting in his chair in the office trying to pretend it's a gold throne encrusted with jewels that read "TRUMP" right over the top of his balding fucking head.
I can't deal with this nonsense. 43 fucking years I've been alive and it's the same God Damn song and dance now as it was then. No one learns. Not because they can't but because they don't want things to change. It's really fucking pathetic that it would probably take a private school full of rich, white kids getting shot apart for these assholes to finally wake up. And how many dead minorities will line the streets outside that school before that happens?
Like I said. I'm too fucking angry.