Naturally, my heart goes out to the victims of the tragedy in Santa Fe, Texas. Despite the lethargy and numbness such events have had on me recently, I was inspired to write a little something in the style of one of my October plays.
Two PEOPLE are watching television. Or, not so much watching as looking at it numbly.
1: Another shooting.
1: Thoughts and prayers?
2: Already out there.
1: Why not do more than just thoughts and prayers?
2: Heard that too.
1: Well, what are they going to do?
2: The genius Lieutenant Governor has a plan.
2: Schools need fewer entrances.
1: Oh, dear god.
2: And we’re back to thoughts and prayers.
2: You know what I’m really dreading?
2: You already know the survivors are going to get attacked again. By the gun nuts. They can’t just get attacked once and be allowed to pull their lives back together somehow, but if they don’t throw themselves on the altar of the almighty gun and say exactly what the cult of the almighty gun demands of them, they’re going to be attacked again.
1: Have you seen anything like that yet?
2: This time, not so far. But it’s going to happen. It’s as predictable as
1 and 2: Thoughts and prayers.