Thoughts On Orlando, Sort Of

I am not trying to co-opt the grief the actual survivors and their friends and family are feeling, by any means.  I mean, hell, as a straight, white, married female in my fifties from just about as far as you can get from Florida, I really have no business commenting on this tragedy.  Which is probably why I messed up so badly when I tried to talk about it.  But then again...

I have this friend.  Not really a friend, so much as family - I jokingly refer to him as my emergency back-up gay husband.  I think my mom loves him as much as I do - and I know that my family in Utah has accepted him as one of their own (he's Muncle Daniel.)  He lived with me and Roger for several years, until recently when the stars finally collided right and he fell in love with a really great guy.  They're getting married next month, and I'm so incredibly happy for him - but now my heart aches for him as well.  This terrific guy is scared now.  He's thinking about getting a gun for self-protection, and I can not say he's wrong to feel this way.  He lives every single day of his life with this little nugget of fear just because he's gay and our society has not been kind to gay people for most of his life.  So something like Orlando happens, and he's reminded, yet again, that the world is dangerous.  And I'm reminded, yet again, that my family is in danger. 

So, I'm angry.  Not that my anger is going to do anything, but I can't just be quiet about this anymore.  And it feels to me like a big part of the tragedies lately has been assault weapons - people who have a grudge against the world being able to do a lot more damage before they get taken down.  But my trying to say anything just gets drowned out in a sea of dogma.  Hell, I posted a link quoting some doctors saying how much more difficult it was to deal with wounds from assault weapons than it was to deal with the typical Saturday night special, and even that ended up somehow with a fight about how the Second Amendment should be absolute, how could I possibly suggest otherwise, oh, and by the way, Hillary needs to go to jail.  I've got people so busy correcting me over the capacity of a Sig (apparently it's 30 rounds, not 50) that they're never going to look at whether or not we really need to have military grade weaponry in the hands of civilians in the first place.  We're not talking from the same universal facts, let alone a reasonable range of opinions - and I know they felt the same about me.  So... I retreated from the battlefield, bloody but unbowed.  I don't know what we can do to fix this...  but I really hate arguing about it when I know people aren't listening.