But for some people, it will never sink in until it gets personal.
The guitarist who was playing at the Las Vegas massacre finally got it: "We actually have members of our crew with CHL [concealed handgun license] licenses, and legal firearms on the bus. They were useless. We couldn't touch them for fear the police might think that we were part of the massacre and shoot us."
GEE, YA THINK.
Look, buddy, we could have used you five or ten or twenty massacres ago. But you're here now, and that's better than nothing. Maybe you can help us figure out how to talk to the kind of person you used to be.
You know, when I was in grade school, they never taught us that Puerto Rico was part of the US. It literally never came up.
"Now a former foreign disaster assistance chief under President Barack Obama, who said he was trying 'to be balanced' regarding Trump’s handling of the situation because he knows 'how hard this stuff is,' said that the report has finally made him snap — 'so mad I could spit.'"
"The family had almost run out of drinking water. Their isolated community of Caonillas had received no aid from the local or federal government, residents said. And they had no way to make the perilous trek to town; the winding roads had been obliterated and six of the family’s cars had been stored in a garage that collapsed, crushing five of the vehicles and sending the sixth sliding down the mountainside and into a river."
And Trump is showing up and chucking rolls of paper towels into the crowd, like the bouquet at the wedding, like a prize on a game show, because he thinks this is entertainment. Because he doesn't care. Because he is a disgusting stain on the soul of humanity.