On Danger (and avoiding)

I have been avoiding writing about this since Sunday morning, when I found out. On Saturday night, a masked gunman walked into a GLBT youth center with an automatic weapon and shot the place up. Two people died immediately, then a third later in surgery. 10-15 other people were injured. As far as I'm aware, there was no one there that I know, but it's still personal and terrifying and it could easily have been one of the dozen youth group meetings that I went to, or the many dozens that my friends have went to.

Here we are used to homophobia being confined to hate speech, virulent though it might be, but the incitement has reached an all time high, and we all know we need to do something about it, something more. Naturally, lots of people are grasping at various straws to try and believe that a man spraying a bunch of queer kids with bullets can be something other than a hate crime, but that is so absurdly unlikely I see no reason not to "jump to conclusions" in the same way that I jump to the conclusion it's raining when I'm walking outside and water starts coming down from the sky.

I don't really have anything more to say, although I feel like I could write a lot more nothing if I had the time.