Enough with the thoughts and prayers.
Enough with the rainbow memes.
Enough with the #LoveIsLove. And virtual hugs. Or whatever bullshit gesture you've done, over the past few days that has allowed you to feel like a good person, pausing for a second before you ease back into your own busy life, with an overwhelming relief that this tragedy did not happen to you.
Trust. I get it. I've lived it. Not because I didn't care. Not because I wasn't heartbroken thinking about anyone going through that type of mind-blowing trauma. Not because tears wouldn't run down my face watching the news coverage. Not because I didn't want things to change.
Because I. Didn't. Know. What. To Do.
But then I woke up super angry Sunday morning, especially on the heels on the senseless murder of Christina Grimmie Friday night. And while I was deeply saddened, once again, about the loss of beautiful life, I was also super sick of feeling powerless. And that's when I realized that I not only needed to figure out what to do, I needed to pass along my knowledge, for others who also don't know what to do.
As hopefully you're aware, yesterday, Senator Chris Murphy from Connecticut, stood up on the Senate floor for 15 hours--that's two full work days-- in an impromptu filibuster, to force the Republican lead Senate to agree to consider to vote for tighter gun restrictions. We're not talking abolishing the second amendment people. We're talking a ban on weapons of war. Maybe tighter purchase restrictions for people on terror watch lists. Reasonable stuff, right?
But here's the important part. YOU'VE got to step up to the plate.
In a super easy, non-governmental analogy that anyone can understand, here's what just happened: You and Senator Murphy (as your wingman) just walked into a bar. He breaks the ice with the hot chick that you were scoping out, but were too afraid to approach. A date appears to be on the horizon. Maybe even a long term romance. No one even rules out marriage.
Clearly, the first date depends on your ability to be brave and ask for one. If you're scared or believe that you are not worthy of a love connection or think she'd never go out with you and you're going to be alone forever, then not only are you right, but you're the one to blame.
Same goes for gun control. We need to move forth with the unwavering belief that WE THE PEOPLE not only have the power to affect the situation, but there will be a positive outcome. Too many citizens (myself included) haven't been speaking up because they believe their voices don't matter. Or we don't deserve better. Or this is how it is always going to be, so why bother.
Pass me a bullet proof vest.
No more. Be brave. Own your powerful voice. Speak. The. Fuck. Up!
Know that you can make a difference!
Today, the Boston Globe has made it super easy, going all beautiful social justice Spotlight days on you, showcasing a powerful editorial, along with an interactive app, complete with tweets already addressed to the, if we're gong to continue that bar analogy, Senators usually guilty of cock blocking the issue.
Go here. Read, then tweet.
Not your state senator? Who gives a fuck. Tweet 'em anyway. I sure did. Also, use #TwitterFilibuster, so we can break the internet with something much more valuable and meaningful than an oiled-up Armenian American ass.
Let's #MakeItStop together!