Senseless tragedy hit Toronto yesterday when a 25-year old man plowed a rented van into innocent people for no reason — 10 people have lost their lives and 15 are injured. There is currently no evidence to suggest terrorism, but that changes nothing for those who died, those who are fighting for their lives in hospitals and their families. See you next week.
Another 59 people have lost their lives for no reason and 527 more have been injured. This time the massacre of innocent people happened in Las Vegas, at a concert. The shooter had at least 10 guns (many of which were automatic rifles) with him and another 18 were found at his home. He also had hundreds of rounds of ammunition and explosives. Many of the guns were purchased legally.
It seems that the NRA, the GOP (who have been bought and paid for by the NRA), the President and all those gun-totin’ Second Amendment-loving Americans think having the right to bear arms makes America great.
And that, my friends, is the real tragedy.
Instead of my usual blog post, today I’m going to turn this space over to Jimmy Kimmel, the comedian and late-night talk show host who has taken on the role of being America’s conscience. God knows America needs one.
Watch Jimmy Kimmel’s opening monologue here. It will break your heart and it will make you angry. And if you live in the United States I hope it inspires you to take on your government, and the NRA. Enough already.
You can do this.
Last evening when I finished volunteering at the hospital, I took a taxi home. I don’t live that far away and usually take the subway, but I was tired and thought, “What the heck, I don’t feel like dealing with crowds tonight.” No sooner was I in the car, then the driver started talking about 9/11, telling me where he’d been when he heard the news. As it happens, he was at the license bureau, renewing his license; and then he said, “I’ll never forget where I was.”
And neither will I.
The Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) is always right after Labour Day. I’m a real film fanatic and have been going for years (not this year, though). And I’m one of the crazies — in 10 days, I’d see 50 films. You do the math. Anyway, I was in a movie. It started at 8:30 a.m. and, because it was a ‘small’ movie made by a totally unknown director, it was showing in a small theatre, at the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum). I had four more movies to see that day; and a friend of mine was meeting me for the next one.
When the film was over I went outside and checked my voice mail. Now that I think back, it is very strange that no one was talking about what had happened, when Continue reading