march for our lives redux — more pointless posturing

In 2018 there were a series of marches in major cities against the senseless shooting that had taken place at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in south Florida. I was at the march that day, starting at Lake Eola and moving down to the Dr. Phillips Art Center across from Orlando city hall. I was there with my cameras to record a bit of that history.

I bring this up because there is supposed to be another march today starting at Lake Eola. I did not go down today. My reasons for not participating are varied, the biggest being what good will it do? It did no good the year it happened; here we are four years later, and you want to march again? Such is the definition of insanity. Marches don’t do shit unless they’re kept up year after year. We need to do more; we need to be consistent. In case you want to see what I saw back in 2018, here are a few of the photos from that day.

And we had our few counter-protesters, the assholes who were there to “protect” the Second Amendment and their precious right to bear arms. Of course, they came with their shitty “come and take my gun” from me attitude instead of trying to actually reason and convince people their view towards the right to bear arms was correct. Their behavior that day was the perfect argument why people like that should never be allowed to own guns.

It’s a good four years later. A lot more guns have been sold in those four years. Many of the gun owners are ever more radicalized.

dinner out

It means something when you consider a night out at a local Chuy’s Tex-Mex restaurant as the equivalent of going to see “Hamilton” back in the day. I got so tired of getting ready to fix another meal at home that I was almost ready to break training and eat at a McDonald’s. Instead I went out to our local Chuy’s where my wife had her Mexi-Cobb salad with shrimp and I had four fairly massive shrimp tacos. And lots of chips with queso and creamy jalapeño. Lots and lots of chips. My wife cleaned out her bowl and I cleaned off my plate, which included refried beans and Mexican rice. Like I said, we were all into a night out at the local Chuy’s. I wouldn’t recommend a two-year-long pandemic to build anticipation for such a thing, mind you. But it just so happened that way, so here we are…

Photo was taken at near-floor level with my iPhone 11 and post processed in Snapseed while waiting for our order to arrive. I don’t remember where I’ve seen the look of the photo before, but I have, from a long time ago, back when I was in art school in Atlanta. Let’s not dwell on the passage of time…