Angry

There was a school shooting this morning in Kern County, California. A sixteen year-old student opened up fire on a classmate because apparently he felt he'd been feeling bullied, yet he had 20 rounds of ammunition in his pocket. This is the second school shooting in America in 4 weeks. I am repulsed, saddened, disgusted, angry. I can't even comprehend why someone would do this. But perhaps, the thing that is angering me even more is that nothing has been done about it. I'm not even talking about since the Newtown shooting. I'm talking about the Aurora shooting at the midnight showing of Batman. In fact, maybe before that. There have been SIXTEEN mass shootings in America just in 2012. Does this not frighten anyone? Why is it that it's legal for one to buy an assault weapon? Why does anyone need an assault weapon? What about Trayvon Martin? That young boy who's life was taken by George Zimmerman. Why did George Zimmerman need a gun? Seriously? And it's not even about just this year. It's about all the years and incidents where people's lives were taken when they didn't need to be. What's most frustrating of all is that it took the killing of 20 innocent children in order for Obama and everyone else to take a second and say, "hey, maybe we should be a bit stricter on these gun laws."
I am disgusted and angry.
But, perhaps maybe it's not just about gun laws. Actually, not maybe. It actually isn't just about gun laws. It's about mental health. Why aren't people like James Holmes or Adam Lanza getting help before they decide to commit these horrible crimes. I read a blog post written by Liza Long it's called "I Am Adam Lanza's Mother." It basically went viral after she wrote it. It gives insight on what it's like to be the mother of someone with mental issues much like Adam Lanza's. Poor mental health can completely change the person you are, the way that you think and so much more about you and your life. It's a whole other ball game. Why aren't we talking about mental illness now instead of treating it like it's the skeletons in your closet?