My daughter just yesterday participated in the student-led walkout protesting gun violence, but mainly as a commemoration of those lost on Valentine’s Day. F*ing Valentine’s Day. 17 people were murdered. Most of them children. Happy Heart Day, America.
Also. She walked out because she believes that no one needs an AR-15. But she walked out. Stood with her fellow classmates. Prayed. Honored in silence those who had to die for someone to listen. For someone to stand in their place.
She and her close friend were the only two from her class to go, but she said probably 200 showed up. Maybe more.
My husband and I attended the pre-walkout meeting last week. A “doctor” was there. We went around the room introducing ourselves. So-and-so, parent. So-and-so, student. Martha Maggio, parent. This guy. This f*ing guy. *DOCTOR* Douchebag, parent. He put the emphasis on the doctor. Not me. I’m putting the emphasis on Douche.
“I’m DOCTOR So-and-so. Parent.”
So. From the jump, this PARENT, already has his panties in a twist.
He asks all kinds of ridiculous questions. We are winding down.
“Any more questions?”
Raises his hand. Again.
“Uh, yeah, this is more of an editorial or commentary.”
Oh. Shit. I just knew it was going to be something dumb.
“So, this is a protest, right?”
“No. This is a student-led commemoration that they kids won’t be punished for participating in. It’s totally voluntary. No one is being forced to go.”
“Well. This website says, and I quote, “(Whatever the *F* this guy said. I don’t even care. It was basically some news article or website post revealing that the March 14th walkout would be a protest against gun violence.)”
This guy goes on and on about how it is a protest. “Right?”
“No. This is student-led. It’s a memorial for the fallen students and faculty. We are following the wishes and desires of Stoneman Douglas. There won’t be any signs. Whatever other groups are doing on March 14th is not endorsed by this high school, administration or school district.”
And he just kept on. So I finally ended the damn conversation.
“So what if it is a protest?”
“These kids have a right to say whatever they want. That’s their freedom to do so.”
I said what the principal could not and should not say. And then the meeting FINALLY adjourned. Thanks, DOC! I mean, Dick.
What I wanted to say and said loudly in the parking lot to my family (LOL):
YOUR SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHTS COME AFTER THESE KIDS’ *FIRST* AMENDMENT RIGHTS TO PROTEST GUN VIOLENCE. GATHER, ASSEMBLE, RIGHT TO LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. MOST OF ALL, LIFE, MUTHAFATHER! DO YOU LIKE GUN VIOLENCE?? HEYYYY! THIS GUY’S PRO-GUN VIOLENCE! SHUT THE *F* UP AND SIT THE *F* DOWN, LOBBY BOBBY!
But I didn’t say that. To him. But I did shut that meeting hog down.
After we adjourned, he scurried over to a news reporter from the local paper who was covering the meeting. The reporter was actually trying to talk to a mother who identified herself as the parent of a child who just came from Stoneman Douglas this year. He’s a senior now here at my daughter’s high school. He wanted to participate in the walkout/memorial because that was his school. Those were probably people he knew. That mother spoke firmly, passionately, but kindly at the meeting. She was there to represent her son because he was at track practice. The doctor harassed her with questions and debate.
Which one of these parents is raising a child that will best contribute to society? Just asking. Just saying.
Must go ask the Lord for strength in loving this type of buffoon. Forgive me, God, for hating this man. For, at the very least, not tolerating this man in my mind and wanting to curse him. I failed to love this person. Find compassion. Talk softly. Reason. I wasn’t rude, but I had hate in my heart.
You don’t need a gun to settle an argument. You just need to be armed with logic and facts.