At a loss for words

It’s too much.

All the hatred, all the violence, all the death, all the destruction.

I can’t believe it’s become a part of our daily lives.

I can’t believe there are those who still refuse to
acknowledge there’s a problem.

I can’t believe there are those who think a minute of

Here I go again, shooting my mouth off …

… but if I’m going to “shoot” anything, better my mouth than a gun.  At least no one will end up dead.  Angry, maybe.  Or offended possibly.  But not dead.  And that I can handle.

Surely you’ve been expecting me to weigh in on Cecil.  I’ve opined and ranted, in this blog, about every other vile atrocity we’ve witnessed; and sadly, continue to witness because there just seems to be no end in sight.

So why would I stop now?

How can anyone consider the taking of a life, any life, be it human, animal, mammal, whatever, fun?  How can anyone consider it entertainment?  Or sport?  Tennis is