Mass shooting at Madden Game Tournament in Jacksonville, FL, 4 dead, 7 injured so far, suspect dead
https://www.cnn.com/2018/08/26/us/ja...ing/index.html
Mass shooting at Madden Game Tournament in Jacksonville, FL, 4 dead, 7 injured so far, suspect dead
https://www.cnn.com/2018/08/26/us/ja...ing/index.html
Surely a deranged Muslim extrem--nope, I was wrong YET AGAIN.
Just waiting for the narrative to be about videogames.
also, I'm sick of this right-wing talking point about "it happened in a gun-free zone". No, it happened in a place where they probably have signs saying please don't bring guns in.
A true gun free zone is where they frisk everyone or put in metal detectors.
Originally Posted by Jason
I dunno, I think Madden 2018 would make me want to kill someone too.
update, now only 3 dead including gunman...9 injured, so some minor good news.
Oh there's already people hearing "video game" and blaming it on them, even though it was a FOOTBALL game. Next they'll probably say they didn't virtually kneel for the anthem so they got what they deserved or some B.S.
oh crap, can we blame it on EA's seemingly perpetual exclusive NFL license?
For sure we can all agree that dude is a sore loser.
Yes, that seemed to be some rather poor sportsmanship.
This was written by a classmate of a person directly related to one of the victims of the attack on Tree of Life. And this person thought it put perfectly into words what Squirrel Hill is and how what happened is affecting the community.
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My family has a long running joke: “The corner of Forbes and Murray is the center of the universe.” What it means is that, if you just ask enough questions, eventually, you will probably find out that someone you thought was a stranger is really from Squirrel Hill. At least a little bit. So you should never assume that strangers are strangers. Assume they're mishpucha – family – and act accordingly.
It's often true. Just today, for example, I found out that my long-time friend and colleague here in DC (who is Persian) met her husband (who’s Christian) at a wedding at Tree of Life a few years ago. And I was like, "duh, of course you did." So they’re mishpucha too. That happens all the time.
Growing up in Squirrel Hill means being enfolded by the mishpucha. Everyone upstreet is a teacher, the dentist, a cousin, a grandpa, a grandma, an aunt, an uncle, another aunt, a friend, a neighbor, the rabbi, the pediatrician, a camp counselor, probably like three or four more aunts. The mishpucha cares how you’re doing in school and it wants to know how your grandparents are feeling these days and it wants to make sure you have a sweater just in case it gets cold later. It’s hard to describe knowing that practically everyone you see wants nothing but the best for you.
Safe can be stifling, of course. And so very many of us have left Squirrel Hill to do amazing, astounding things. We write for the New York Times, open world-class restaurants in Philadelphia, start music labels in LA. We’re lawyers and doctors and professors and rabbis and writers and artists and designers and actors and scientists and entrepreneurs and professionals of every shape. The mishpucha said we could do it, urged us to do it, gave us the strengths, and the skills, and the resilience, and the naiveté necessary to accomplish great things. So we did it. Because if no one ever tells you that you face near impossible odds, you don’t even know to fear them.
We are all hurting really badly right now. Violence and hatred invaded our universe. Those who were killed as they settled in to pray were the essence of the mishpucha. The man who did this terrible thing didn’t understand that the mishpucha would have welcomed him that morning, handed him a book, showed him to his seat, asked how we was doing in school and made sure he had a sweater just in case it got cold later. Somehow, he just couldn’t see that he was venting his hatred on the kindest, the gentlest, and the most caring people of all.
It is senseless and it is horrifying and the whole country is watching Squirrel Hill right now. So many are grieving with us, sharing in our pain, and experiencing the horror that we’re experiencing. But the mishpucha prepared us even for this. We are what the mishpucha made us, and it made us good, and it made us strong, and it made us caring. The mishpucha taught us to love unconditionally, to fight for what we believe, and to not forget our sweaters because it might get cold later. We can show our divided, directionless nation what it means to come from the corner of Forbes and Murray. There are no strangers. Assume everyone is mishpucha and act like it. Everyone is from Squirrel Hill. At least a little bit.
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