What if we stopped frantically attempting to put the blame on one single aspect of the shooter's life to pinpoint the motive? What if we quit identifying and analyzing the particular group of people who are being victimized in this situation, and looked at the much larger issue that no one seems to want to talk about?
Daughter, you are amazing. One day you're sweet and needy, where I feel like you'd cuddle up in my lap if you were smaller. The next day, you spew venom and the look in your eyes tells me someone has taken over your body and she is not of this world. You are my 14-year-old daughter and I am simply your parent along for a ride that makes Google maps question the route at times.