I ask you, why not a museum to honor our brave women and men of law enforcement. Also of our fire service, as well.
After all, these brave women and men put their lives on the line for all of us.
That is 24/7.
I say, that they deserve our thanks and respect.
Yes, a national law enforcement museum and fire service museum.
A museum displaying the following items: Uniforms, patches, badge and star pins, CHP’s, etc.
Also the various “EQ” used by the safety agencies. A film on safety. Also a film showing our brave women and men doing what they do best.
Yes, that is protecting human life.
I say, let us build such a museum of honor. Yes, let us honor our brave women and mean who put their life on the line for all of us, that is 24/7.
I say they have earned this unique museum. Let’s have this museum of honor.
I say that such a museum is long over due. Do you also agree?
A feeling of hope
Thursday night’s Board meeting was nothing short of crazy, as I have grown accustomed to in my short tenure as the student representative.
However, as individuals begin to look at all the negative things that come from Ruffin and Parrell’s exit, I cannot help but think of the positive. As the two left the building, they took with them all the negative, ill will actions and comments. It was calming, it was incredible.
As I invited Palmdale High School to the podium to hear of these students’ words, it was the best feeling I had felt in that Board room.
As the audience and Board were given heartfelt testimonies and words from the students, a peace and love was present in the room.
These people have divided our district, they have hurt individuals, messed with their lives. However through everything in the last year, I cannot help but ponder on the hour without them, the love and joy of them not being in the room. My feeling of disappointment and anger swept through the room as Victoria opened the back door, and it was replaced with hope, love, and an incredible sense of community. It is a feeling I hope to have again.
Sad but true
It’s within the normal course of things to ask ourselves why tragedies like mass shootings occur.
And, as with any tragic loss of life our initial human reaction is shock, denial and confusion, followed by sadness and then finally acceptance and empathy for people involved.
Those are the stages that comprise the framework for human beings to resolve the pain caused by tragedy. It is how we have evolved to cope with loss.
But lately, it seems that any time a tragedy unfolds, the media, celebrities and politicians immediately converge on the public, disseminating their theories, placing blame and pointing fingers, always seemingly anchored in their illusory intelligence and belief in their own overwhelming importance.
The initial effect on the public? Well, we aren’t permitted to grieve. Even worse is that the self-described experts are often injecting a false narrative onto the public conscience. Most often they blame guns. They misrepresent the truth about cause and effect. Why? Ego for starters and then self-preservation. After all, isn’t a cornerstone of their livelihood and wealth the violence they portray in the news and on the movie screen? Hypocrisy? It’s how they get rich, right?
In the movies more guns and violence equals a bigger payday. Same for TV news.
The truth? A 50 year old study conducted by the surgeon general showed children to be overwhelmingly affected by media violence. It made kids more prone to act violently and more frightened of society. Sad thing? That was 50 years ago.
Thanks for the letter
When I disagree with a liberal, I have to speak out. And when I agree with a liberal, I have to speak about it, too.
Ed Galindo’s letter about the college entry scam hit the nail on the head. I agree that justice will prevail because it has to.
The oldest of my grandchildren will be applying to college very soon and it breaks my heart to think he might be rejected by a college just because some rich person bought the college entrance that my grandson deserved.
Thank you for your letter Ed, it meant a lot to me.