I am running out of ways to express my heartbreak over news of mass shootings, mass death, mass insanity.
El Paso, Texas, is the latest community to join the growing list of places identified as a place where madness erupted.
As I write this brief blog post, all the nation seems to know with any certainty is that there are “multiple fatalities” at a Wal-Mart shopping complex in the West Texas city.
I understand three individuals have been taken into custody. El Paso police are being tight-lipped about the circumstances.
The mayor said the massacre caught everyone by surprise, that no one expected such an event to occur in El Paso. Oh … my. If only such reactions weren’t so predictable.
I suppose one of the questions to be answered soon will be the place of residence of the individuals in police custody. Beto O’Rourke, a former congressman from El Paso and a candidate for the Democratic Party presidential nomination, has declared El Paso — which borders Mexico — to be one of the nation’s “safest cities.” He makes the case in rebuttal to contentions from others who express fear of criminals migrating into this country from points south.
That debate will commence.
In the meantime, I am going to grieve along with the rest of the country over the senseless, moronic loss of life.
I also plan to find a way to mend my broken heart.