“The places change, the numbers change, but the choice of weapon remains the same. In the United States, people who want to kill a lot of other people most often do it with guns.” –The Washington Post, November 9, 2018.
I went postal at a kids’ birthday party. Fortunately, I didn’t have a gun. That wasn’t the case in the 316 mass shootings the U.S. suffered in 2018.
Three kids celebrated their tenth birthday, so all the 4th grade boys were invited. The party was held at All Star Sports, which is where my son, Sebastian, celebrated his party last year. The place has bounce houses, ping-pong, and a blow-up wall made out of Velcro. The kids put on a Velcro suit, jump onto the wall, and stick in some crazy position. This is my kind of fun.
I chatted with one of the host moms about an exchange program she’s organizing with our kids’ basketball league, which is mostly Jewish, and a league that’s mostly black. I chatted with the father of one of the birthday boys about the beauty of vaginas versus the ugliness of penises. That’s where our conversations go. I love these parents.
Then the party moved into another room. When Sebastian had his party there, this room was a mini soccer field. Now, it was filled with blow up boulders, sewage tunnels, cargo boxes, and a camouflage tank. There on a table, was a pile of toy guns that looked like AK 47s. (READ FULL ESSAY HERE…)