There’s lots I keep thinking about what happened over in Knoxville, like of course he is an abusive asshole stalker of his ex-wife and of course if you were going to target good liberal folks, you’d find them at a UU church, and of course all the rhetorical hatred of gays and liberals we’ve seen would finally erupt into something like this–a man walking into a church intent on killing everyone in it, including the kids, and then being killed by the police.
Death, my friends, is too good for him. I hope he lives a good long time, in a tiny cell with only his thoughts to keep him company.
But I also keep thinking about Greg McKendry, standing in his way, and it’s just one of those things that breaks your heart and makes you so proud all at the same time. And then, the other guys, who came towards Adkisson, even after they saw McKendry fall, to subdue him and keep the situation from being much, much worse.
I imagine that, in a split second like that, that you’re not actually thinking “What should I do?” That, instead, instinct kicks in and you just do what it is you’re going to do.
Sorry, this is all disjointed. I work in a small office, in real life, and my co-worker came to us from Knoxville and this is the church her daughter and step-daughters grew up in, the place where she met her husband, and the home of many of her dear friends.
It’s one of the things I both really love and, at times like this, hate about Nashville and Tennessee in general, that it’s not that big a place, that even when something happens across the state, it’s not strange that it would affect someone right across the table from you.
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