Then every year there's more violence in the world and it bugs me how much the news tells us who does is. Who cares? These aren't names I ever want to know. There's just evil, like a cloud, and they're part of that... faceless and forgettable. Maybe they're a microcosm of some mental illness or represent a societal issue, maybe there's something we could do to help. But as themselves they're very small.
Today I remembered Christina-Taylor Green, the little girl who was shot in Tuscon because she'd just been elected to her student council and wanted to meet her congresswoman Gabrielle Gifford, so she was at the safeway. She was doing such a noble thing and must have had a nice family who'd take her to something like that, who knows what she would have gone on to do if she hadn't been murdered? Maybe wonderful things, maybe she would have been famous. So if there's a limit to the things I can keep in my brain, I'd rather remember the name of that girl, and keep turning off the radio if I hear anyone less deserving.