The nation isn’t just dying, it’s being killed and not just by people with a “D” by their name.
Ya...I was thinking along the lines of “dying from a gunshot wound”.
But right now I’m...not angry...I don’t know. For a week now, I’ve been trying to figure out what word describes how I’m feeling.
It’s a combination of concepts that I never would have thought I’d be able to have brought up in me at the same time.
I think it’s ‘terrified calm’. It’s probably a less intense experiencing of what I would have felt had I been say....in a trench in WWI and knew I was going to be part of planned attack, and was absolutely going to have to go over the top in 6 hours.
But, I prattle. The point is I said “dying” because I’m trying to keep from sounding more crazy than normal.