We brought condolence cards to our Kirkwood police yesterday. My kiddo made a card that said "thank you, we love you." There are flowers everywhere. Many are openly weeping here-- seasoned cops, longtime residents, me.
The city hall and police station are easy walking distance from my house. On Thursday we heard helicopters overhead all night.
There are some people blaming the City for the shooter's state of mind, his desperation.
I am normally an incredibly liberal, cheer-for-the-underdog kind of gal. But that's got no traction with me today. None. I'd like to say I have forgiveness and compassion in my heart for him, too, but I got none of that, either.
I have an acquaintance, a friend of my husband's, who spent serious quantities of time with the shooter some time ago, trying to help him resolve his issues with the City, to no avail. This guy didn't want resolution, he wanted vengeance.
Well, if the shooter weren't dead already, I'd really be delighted to have a little vengeance, too.
And the Hamlet reference? Look it up, you philistine! :-) Check under "let my thoughts be bloody..."
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