The weekend carnage in Arizona defies words. Like many of you, I can't think about what happened, I can only feel. And what I feel is anguish. Raw, hot anguish that makes it impossible to look at news reports in the office because they make me weep.
It doesn't help that too many people think the best way to deal with their anguish is to point fingers of shame and blame. And others to say, God forgive us, the good folk of Tucson who were shot somehow deserved it.
Before you rush to tell me how wrong I am, ask yourself this: if a kid commits suicide do you blame the rock music he listens to?
And if you truly believe a nine year old girl deserved to be shot to death, I'm sorry, I can't think of any rational reply. I only pray your journey through life makes a u-turn onto the road to Damascus very, very soon.
We know what happened in Tucson. We know six people are dead, and others are seriously wounded.
We know Sarah Palin did not pull the trigger. We know Jared Lee Loughner did. And we know he's not of sound mind.
And that is ALL we know. We FEEL a lot. We don't want to think and particularly not think it could take years to find out the why. Or worse, that it might never make sense.
Please, my friends and foes alike, let us step back. This is the time for mourning. This is the time for weeping. The time for blame is not now.
Let us be kinder to one another, friend and foe alike, in our collective anguish and pain. Stop talking. Stop blaming. Please stop.