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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

To Politicize or Not to Politicize? Ruminations on Orlando


   That is the question I'm pondering right now, as the bodies are being prepared for burial down in Orlando, FL. Terrorists have struck at the heart of children's entertainment, near to the World of Disney. It's something we're all coming to hear about too, too often. As our standards of decency and morality are further degraded, more people are coming to value human lives as little more than cheapened stage props unworthy of basic love and respect. Some, de-sensitized by video games like "Grand Theft Auto" and shows like "COPS," even seek out and take up arms and shoot up large venues, whether for the thrill of it or for the otherwise satisfaction of disturbed minds and the worst elements of humanity.

    The clarion calls for weaponry restrictions grow ever louder. I have mixed feelings on this. Putting my own personally Conservative, pro-Second Amendment ideology aside for the moment, I never thought it was the decent thing to do to inject high-stakes political positioning into such situations. Having said that, the terrorism angle already brings into the fore many a political consideration. The fact that this was an orchestrated attack upon a gay night club also brings into discussion, among many others, a civil rights element. At this point, I suppose it is only natural to bring talk about weaponry-related 'solutions' into the spotlight.

    The people who have for years screamed "DON'T POLITICIZE!," seemingly unaware of how their response already innately politicizes the situation, don't help matters. It frankly allows Conservatives to be portrayed as an ideology unwilling, perhaps even too scared, to have an argument or a debate on these important matters. "Thoughts and Prayers" has also, unfortunately, become a cliche phrase. While I'm sure there are a lot of people who do this, it has become, like "DON'T POLITICIZE!" before it, almost sort of a cop-out for a side seemingly unwilling to have a debate on an important issue. To be totally fair, though, the other side of the ideological coin is not served well by attention gluttons like Connecticut Congressman Jim Himes and Senator Chris Murphy, who both seem to utilize tragedies like this one as a means of getting on TV to do their share of soap-boxing. Taking on the political elements of delicate situations like this requires a good bit of careful thought, and is not served well by those who solely want to bring attention to themselves.

    Frankly, my own solutions in that regard are simple and are positions that I think can be quickly agreed upon by any rationally thinking person. I think all military-grade weaponry(AK-47s, AR-15s, elephant guns, flame throwers, grenades and their launchers, and machine guns) should probably be restricted to only usage by our military and police forces. Civilians have all the rights to own a handgun, a rifle, and/or a shotgun, but military-grade artillery is going absolutely overboard. Oh, the preppers will no doubt say that they need it all in case the economy crashes, the Seventh Seal is broken, and all the world goes down the toilet. They're wrong. No grade of weaponry will put a damper on all the madness at that point. Besides, a better case could be made for keeping unfettered access to high-power weapons the way it currently is were that unstable, millionaire Bankruptcy King to take power in November and launch a sustained assault on our First Amendment rights, among many of our other constitutionally-guaranteed freedoms.

    Another solution--a very basic, common-sense solution--involves taking military-grade body armor off the public market and restricting it to only military usage. It was reported in the news yesterday afternoon that the Orlando shooter was shopping around for body armor in preparation for the attack. Back in November, the shooters at the Special Needs Facility in San Bernardino, CA, were revealed to have utilized body armor so as to prevent themselves from being taken out by potentially incoming fire. All the civilian, out-of-proper-context usage of military armors ultimately succeeds in doing is to put the shooters in a safer position as they are executing their attack.

    What we can all agree on is that the Islamic State is a matter that needs to be immediately dealt with. If we can re-structure the balance between the civilians and the military so that it is the military, and not the civilians, who have the best access to the weaponry that is most fitting of their(the military's) needs, then and only then can we have a prayer of winning the fight against the Islamic State. Since, with the lecherous huckster serving as an anvil atop their hopes across the board, Conservatives may be on the verge of a generational electoral blackout, we might want to figure out ways to work with the Liberal Democrats on the key issues so as to try keeping things halfway functional in the dark ages.

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  But not 24 hours before the terrorist attack, something else happened in Orlando. A young pop star of considerable renown was assassinated. It's something I've not the heart to politicize in any way, though I'm sure all the Trump Jr's of the political world will pick up my slack--I don't care. To me, the most heart-breaking news to come out of this year so far...




    Christina Grimmie. In total fairness, I never knew her music, and had only the most fleeting of awarenesses of who she was. She was a contestant on "The Voice" back in 2014--I was a bit taken up at that particular time, so I never got the chance to pay her rise to stardom any of the heed and respect I should have.

    She was my age--About 4 1/2 months older than I am. In reading her life story upon learning of what had happened, I was struck by how much I admired, identified with, and related to her. From a young age, she had an ear for and an interest in music. She was a Christian, and by all accounts tried to live out her faith in all she did. An animal lover who advocated for adoption. Someone who knew well how to cultivate solid, lasting success on YouTube, something which fellow YouTubers like myself can aspire to and learn from.

    Fact of the matter is we both had dreams of becoming famous musicians--She a singer and I a guitarist. Unlike me, she actually had talent enough to make something of it. She realized her dream. I've been re-adjusting and re-thinking a few things of late. Sometimes I'll regret not making it big, sometimes I don't. I sometimes think that if at some point I had applied and concentrated myself in my musical studies earlier on up the road and the lightning of fame and renown HAD struck me, we might have ended up travelling in some of the same circles and ultimately crossing pathways.

    In a lot of ways, I regret that I never got the chance to reach those heights and maybe know her in some way. She seemed, from what I read of her, a really nice human being--Like many a nice girl I've met in school and in my own travels. At the same time, consider that when my friend Tim died 5 years ago this coming September, it took me about a year to start moving on. This would have been far, far worse, no question. I can run down several of the scenarios in my head right now.

    Three weeks before she was killed, she tweeted this picture from when she was little, and to me it sums everything up and puts it all in proper context. More than being a pretty face and a talented musician and singer, she always was and always is the sweet little bundle of joy to a loving New Jersey couple. No matter what you do with your life, no matter your achievement(s), you'll always be someone's bundle of joy. Someone's child

    The one thing that both sums her up and magnifies the horror of what happened to her involves the way she (unknowingly)handled her assassin. She greeted him with open arms and pearly whites a-flashing. Pure love. She greeted him with the same love and gratitude she apparently showed everybody she met, and he responded by cutting her down(To the people posting up footage of the incident, stay CLASSY). Says all there is to know about the kind of wonderful human being she was, as well as shining a light upon the absolute worst elements of humanity.

    She is now and forever more leaning on the almighty and everlasting arms of love. While I never knew her, in some strange way I feel as though I did. Ya know, in a distant and tangential sort of way. Like you do with people who were born in and live in almost the exact same space and time as you. Like star-crossed people living in the same time who never had the chance, in some odd way. Perhaps I'll have the chance to meet her someday, somewhere over the rainbow.


Pile on many more layers, and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
And sail on the steel breeze.