oldberkeley -- and never mind that that wasn't at all what the Founders meant or intended, of course
now apparently more than 20 killed -- which would be our worst school shooting ever -- news conference supposed to start in a few minutes, top of the hour
My heart is breaking for the families of these kindergartners.
As you said, what is it going to take for something to be done about these massive murders that are happening too frequently in this country.
I used to work in a kindergarten (and my granddaughter is now in kindergarten) and I can't imagine what these little babies went through during this terrible tragedy.
Every child in that school will have scars for the rest of their lives after this.
Our forefathers used muskets. They didn't know about semiautomatic weapons. We've got to come to terms with the fact that the 2nd amendment no longer applies in this century.
I know you love & admire Yeats ... Charles Pierce posted this ... his last post for the day .....
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats. There we've hid our fairy vats Full of berries, And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O, human child! To the woods and waters wild With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by farthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands, and mingling glances, Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap, And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away! O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes, That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout, And whispering in their ears; We give them evil dreams, Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Of dew on the young streams. Come! O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping then you can understand.
Away with us, he's going, The solemn-eyed; He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hill-side. Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast; Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
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