There is a Time for Censorship…


This was too close to home. Both literally and figuratively.

The murders at UCSB were committed by a deranged man that went to High School next door to mine. His crime was committed in the campus community of a university that is well known to our area. One of the victims was from one of our local high schools.

Most chillingly for me however, the Facebook post of the older brother of my son’s best friends, and a friend of mine: “IV deli got shot up. People taking cover in Blaze. Stay inside and stay away.”

My friend was working at Blaze (a well-known Pizza place on the loop) when he heard the gunshots and saw the terrified bystanders take cover in his place of business.

I’ve had enough.

We’ve dissected Sandy Hook. We’ve examined the effects of the Reagan era mental health funding cuts.

We’ve talked gun control ad nauseum.

Now misogyny is being introduced into the debate of yet another tragic mass murder.

When. Does. It. Stop?

Here’s a humble suggestion: STOP publishing the names, details, videos, manifesto’s, and psychotic rants of these killers.


My son asked if I watched this clown’s YouTube video. Of course I didn’t. Why in the hell would I want to watch the pathetic lamentations of a killer. Apparently I’m in the minority though.

If the media would self-censor everything but the basic details of the killers (ie. age, location, occupation) perhaps these individuals wouldn’t develop such a sense of final self-aggrandizement.

They KNOW they are going down in a blaze of glory. Their pathetic lives will be celebrated by the TMZ’s of the world. Their meaningless existences will be broadcast and examined by every voyeuristic media outlet.

They will be famous. Their lives will finally have meaning.

Stop it. Just stop.

Let’s celebrate the lives of the victims. The innocent lives snuffed out by this nameless/faceless madman or woman.

Let’s not give these losers any more type, air-time, exposure.

Let’s leave them under the rock.

If we do this, maybe they won’t crawl out into the pale light any longer.

I’m not looking.

I encourage each and every one of you to do the same.


About Conversations With The Moon

Divorced father of two amazing young adults. College student, plodding away at a liberal arts degree. Formerly a Fire Captain and Paramedic. Dabbler in fashion. Liberal. Believer in Karma. View all posts by Conversations With The Moon

6 responses to “There is a Time for Censorship…

  • kingmidget

    Totally agree.

  • smilingtoad

    I am entirely of the same mind here. Superbly-written entry. I never look at such things either. “Let’s leave them under the rock.” Excellent.

    So sorry you have been so closely affected. I think it is much wiser and more edifying, taking some of the power away from the killers, to completely ignore them and instead focus on helping those affected and suffering in grief, coming together for healing and support.

    “Let’s celebrate the lives of the victims.”

    So many quotable lines here. Well done indeed. Cheers,

    Autumn Jade

  • kingmidget

    By the way, I have a nephew who is finishing his first year at UCSB and a co-worker who has a son who is also finishing his first year there. My sister checked with her son after she heard about it on the news that night. He hadn’t even heard about it yet. These are the kinds of things that make it hard to let go of our kids.

    • Conversations With The Moon

      My daughter is in Jerusalem right now; when she’s in school she’s in downtown DC. I find it tragically ironic that I need to worry less about her than I do my friend’s son at UCSB. The riot they had there a few months ago started in his driveway. It’s madness…

      • kingmidget

        Yes … Isla Vista seems to be a magnet for trouble. It seems as though the only stories I ever read about it are about things that have gone wrong. Both of my sons spent four weeks in Israel — one last summer and the other two summers before that. They went all over the country. I didn’t feel any more worried about them being over there than I do with them here. My mom, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with their trips.

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