The POTUS and the Professor

It’s been a good month for GVP (gun violence prevention). A really good month. Executive actions. Town Hall meetings. Scumbags getting fired.

First, the President of the United States, affectionately acronymed POTUS, details executive orders that may indeed give the gun lobby, and by extension, Congress exactly what they’ve asked for: enforcing existing laws. Ensure dangerous, mentally ill cannot access weapons, which may curtail a suicide. Or two. Or 10,000.

Then POTUS had the audacity to suggest funding and staffing to do so in a timely manner. And he encouraged the gun industry to (gasp!) explore smart technology so guns are made harder to use in the wrong hands than Advil.

Damn, POTUS came out strong, suggesting exactly what the Constitutional-editing-freedom-waving-wallet-lining-second-amendment-god-lovin’ lobbyists have long demanded: support existing laws, fund mental health, invest in (long misunderstood, responsible, accountable, freedom protecting) gun industry.

My favorite part: my good friend Mark Barden introducing the President with poise and power, conviction and kindness.

Bam. Isn’t Mark terrific?

But that’s not even close to the best news.

What I despise far more than the naysayers in Congress (and states, towns, counties, and boroughs who vote against public safety), is Hateful Professor Hoax and his class of maggot riled conspiracists who haunt my town and infect public conscience with their viral disease.

Hateful Professor Hoax got the axe.

This loser is the bottom of the food chain, pure waste of DNA. This is how all, and I do mean all, of Newtown feels about hoaxers, but this guy, this guy in particular is vile.

You see, there’s a strong, vocal, hateful, despicable group of conspiracy theorists who say, with conviction and all the authority the internet has to offer, that Sandy Hook shooting did not happen. It was staged, with actors and actresses and fake cops and doctors and grieving families and phony dead kids. All to confiscate guns. Encourage survivalists and anarchists. Negate government control. Or pharmaceutical companies. Doesn’t really matter what these scumbags say from their basement of their parent’s home while bullying us with death threats and sexual abuse from safely behind their computer screens.

The world-wide-web is filled with vile conspiracy crack-pots who claim we are faking it here in Newtown. It happens often when tragedy strikes: Charleston. Santa Barbara. Lafayette. San Bernardino. The list goes on. And on. Grief stricken communities attract conspiracy groupies, but for some reason, this scum is particularly attracted to Newtown. It’s disgusting.

But it does matter when one of the most vocal, most evil conspiracists says Newtown massacre was a hoax from the authority of his classroom at a public Florida university. And it does matter what the despicable Prof stalks a victim’s families with threats and disgusting allegations telling them to prove it.

So he’s fired. It took far too long, freedom of speech and all, but finally, he’s gone. Caput. Terminated. I’m sure he’ll be resurrected, martyred, and honored on line, but as long as POTUS gets those background checks in place quickly, at least this is one sick freak who won’t be able to buy a gun.

 

*Friends: if you are ever confronted by someone who says Sandy Hook was a hoax, on-line or in person, set them straight. Perhaps with a heartfelt “are you for fucking real?” Tell them you know someone from Newtown and can 100% pinky-promise guarantee the pain, horror, and grief happened in excruciating, slow-motion detail; and that community, resilience, and love perseveres in spite of such hateful ignorance. Tell them. Tell them you know someone from Newtown. Me.