Here’s a new word I learned today from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrow: kuebiko
n. Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence, which force you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out all unwelcome and invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface, and propping yourself up like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
Kuebiko an obscure word for a nation incapable of finding a sensible resolution to the epidemic of mass shootings that take our loved ones and wound our collective soul. This morning we awoke to news of yet another mass shooting in Las Vegas. Currently the count is 58 dead and over 500 wounded. To date the largest mass shooting in our nations tragic history.
As with most mass shootings the perpetrator is a ‘lone wolf’ white male who expresses his rage and aggression through an act of mass violence. Connect this anger to easy access to high-powered weaponry and we have the recipe for mass shootings.
That ours is the only developed country with a litany of mass shootings should shake us to our core. That it doesn’t is profoundly sad.
We are an idolatrous nation. We sacrifice our neighbors and our peace of mind, upon the altar of the National Rifle Association (NRA) and on a rigid interpretation of the 2nd amendment. We refuse to compromise for the common good.