One of my friends teaches at Oxford. Apparently my minion’s brother’s friend, little brother, survived both Oxford and now Michigan State. There’s not enough therapy to fix that. I was in Virginia when Virginia Tech happened. I worked for the commission that overhauled the mental health laws afterwards. Got mental health parity, all that good stuff. I did that. That got into the ACA because of the work that I helped do. I’m tired. Tired of this. Tired of the insanity. Oxford was just barely a year ago. And I’m sure I have an entry for that somewhere buried in here. Where I remember when someone put into one of the work chats that there was a shooting at Oxford. The first thing I did was text him. And in that – it was the longest three minutes of my life, just waiting for a response, ’cause I just didn’t know. And, you know, in those three minutes, I’m looking at the news, I’m looking for what happened. That was a very long three minutes. I don’t know how much worse this could’ve been if it wasn’t a handgun. But as the saying goes about gun control in this country, if 26 dead white kindergartners can’t get people to do something, nothing will. And that’s where we’re at. That was the building where the majority of my classes were in. That’s the school I graduated from. And that’s not something – this is not something that it should be in the spotlight for. Not because of a tragedy. You know, another – more tragedies anyway. This should have never happened. Yet here we are, again. That was three days ago and that was the 63rd mass shooting this country has had this year. We’re not even 63 days into the year, and for no reason. Absolutely no reason. And it just keeps happening over and over again, for absolutely no reason. And I don’t know what to do. I don’t know. What more can we do? After Sandy Hook, after Uvalde, after Columbine, Monterey Park, after all of these. After Virginia Tech, after San Bernardino, Parkland, just nothing. Nothing has changed. It’s not getting better.