Maybe I'm being too sensitive, but what happened Saturday has really shaken me to the core. I don't care who it was. It shouldn't happen.
A week ago, I'd have laughed at it.
There are people out there who wish the shooter was better at shooting. Some have even said it out loud. That is sick and very disappointing (at best).
To be fair, I get it. I actually posted it on another forum and put up a disclaimer saying that I did so with the goal of not intending to offend. And that any time something like this would be posted in close proximity to an assassination attempt, it DEFINITELY is skirting the line of poor taste, and may have crossed it. And it would have been jumping WAY on the other side of it if the attempt had been successful. I don't mean to make light of the assassination attempt. I mean merely to make a joke at the expense of Trump.
But as for timing, Saturday reminded us all of mortality, both our own and his. As well as the thin line between being here and not being so, quite often being out of our own control.
What happened Saturday was horrible. But if we can't laugh in the face of horror, we risk letting the knowledge of it consume us. I tend to battle depression, and comedy is one way of keeping the abyss at bay.