It’s not a surprise. It’s terrible but it’s not a surprise. Shooting, screaming, scattering, shattering, it’s not a surprise. I imagine but don’t understand. White person mental illness, illness… Illness, it’s called. He was a poor, lonely, old man whose dog just died, so he decided to shoot up a crowd, and **** and hurt hundreds of people. Because of his illness. But just listen. Listen. Listen: you’re calling him ill but he’s really just mad. There is no kindness in him if he can go **** all those people and not even blink. He may have offered you a handkerchief when you were crying, but then he goes off and kills, and kills, and kills, and the kindness in him is warped, destroyed - lost the second he decides to shoot, shoot, shoot. Terrorists we fear - walking down the street with a burqa draped over. Terrorists we fear - flying as second class citizens because of our terror. Terrorists we fear - speaking in a language we don’t understand. They’re not the terrorists we should fear. If the white terrorist is ill, then the US is plagued. One after another, after another **** us, and we still do nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. We go around the world “fixing” and “helping”, ruining lives and terrorizing, because that’s what we are: terrorists. Terrorists. Terrorists. We want to fix the world? We can’t even help ourselves. We the people are broken. Who’s gonna fix us?