I don’t want to know the shooter’s name. I don’t want one precious inch of psychic real estate occupied by a coward’s legacy. I don’t want to see exposes on cable news exploring the creature’s intentions. I don’t care about why it did what it did. I want to leave that kind of speculation to the authorities. It hasn’t earned the space in my mind.
I want to see stories on cable news about the victims. What were their lives like? What did they want to be? What was their favorite candy bar? Really, 3 Musketeers? Did they know 3 Musketeers is like somebody got halfway through a Milky Way and just gave up? Did they know Snickers bars existed? If not, why wouldn’t anyone tell them while they were munching on a 3 Musketeers, “Hey, you know there are things called Snickers bars that are infinitely better than that door stop you are eating?” Those are stories worth my attention. Humanity is worth my energy.
Let’s talk about what we can do to help and change the future. Then, let’s take action.
But let’s forget the creature and its intentions. It hasn’t earned our attention.
Bill Dixon is a Los Angeles based comedy writer. You can follow him on Twitter @Billdixonish