By Kelvin Wade
Last night, a 31 year old California man armed with a shotgun, handgun and knives sprinted through a magnetometer checkpoint at the White House Correspondents Dinner in what apparently was an assault on Trump administration officials. And you know what else? I don’t give a shit.
I’m not talking about Trump dying. If the gunman had been successful and assassinated Trump, millions would’ve expressed relief, partying would’ve commenced and TDS MAGAts would’ve been incensed. Would it be good for a superpower to have a presidential assassination? No, of course not. It would be massively destabilizing and further disintegrate any shreds of ties left between many Americans. It goes without saying that America needs less violence.
I know the internet is ablaze with people accusing the attack of being staged. I can understand the skepticism. Plenty of people, including MAGA influencers, believe the Butler assassination attempt and subsequent diaper on the ear worn by Trump and his cultists was staged. We’re living at a time when people are primed to believe conspiracy theories to explain a chaotic world. I get it.
But am I supposed to be concerned about Donald Trump, Kash Patel, Todd Blanche, Pete Hegseth and the rest of this Temu Reich because a man with a gun got near them? I’m concerned about the children who see their classmates’ brains blown out with an AR-15. I have compassion for the Jews, the church goers, the grocery shoppers, the bar goers, the movie watchers, the students, the concert-goers and other average Americans who put up with this horror all the time. We talk about the number of people killed or wounded during mass shootings but we never talk about those who are traumatized, those whose lives will never be the same coming face to face with mortality doing something routine in America.
Because these people work in government and conveniently do nothing to stop gun violence year after year, and a genuflecting press who fails to do their duty holding the powerful accountable, should we feel something for their pain? They’re not experiencing anything that their fellow Americans are not.
They sat in a ballroom surrounded with Secret Service, Capitol Police, hotel security and private security. The average American caught up in gun violence has no security or police nearby to quickly neutralize the situation. Those kids at Sandy Hook or Marjorie Stoneman Douglas didn’t have a gang of good guys with guns to protect them. And at Uvalde, they had tons of supposed good guy with guns who were fucking cowards and let kids be murdered.
So you rich pricks dressed up in your finest clothes, strapped on expensive jewelry, sprayed yourself with colognes and perfumes that could pay for a tank of gas for most Americans, for a dinner of smoked paprika rubbed filet and seared Alaskan halibut to schmooze and laugh and pat yourselves on the back. A sycophantic, intimidated press corps not worthy of carrying the jockstrap of Edward R. Murrow, Walter Cronkite or even Sam Donaldson was all set to give themselves props for being the saviors of the First Amendment, celebrating it in a room full of people dedicated to sending a wrecking ball through that amendment.
I don’t want to hear from the people with the power to do something who choose to do nothing, nor from a press corp too concerned with administration ass kissing and being stenographers rather than asking a proper follow up question and speaking truth to power. Two currently useless categories of Americans under no more peril on a Saturday evening than a Monday morning in a junior high school.
Sorry your party got spoiled with 12 gauges of reality.
Nah. Not sorry. You’re not immune.
Welcome to America, bitches.
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