Imagine this, if you will: In an ordinary suburb in an ordinary town in America, a former student walks into what was his high school, pulls the fire alarm and start shooting at the students and teachers as they leave their classrooms. By the time the police arrive, 17 are dead, most of them students. The next day, the President gives a tone-deaf speech to the nation, blaming mental illness and the lack of information provided to law enforcement that might have prevented the shooting. He does not mention the elephant in the room, which is that a teenager was able to legally purchase a weapon made for war.
He makes the perfunctory visit to meet the survivors recovering in the hospital and to meet the police officers who rushed to the school to stop the killer.
Then, what does he do, do you ask? Does he personally visit the families of those who were killed? Does he attend the funerals, providing as much support as much he can to heartbroken parents and siblings? Does he rally Congress to finally enact common sense gun laws that protect innocent civilians while respecting the rights of lawful gun owners?
No. He goes golfing. Ironically, this golf course, which is being played at his private golf course, is not too far from where teenagers are being buried and heroic staff members are being eulogized by the students whose lives they saved.
I guess the President’s golf game is more important than the lost lives of teenagers.