Oh, Vegas, Baby

Like most Americans, I am horrified by the events that played out at the Harvest Festival in Las Vegas last night.

That someone could be so evil, so depraved, so heartless, and twisted is beyond comprehension. That so many people simply enjoying a last hurrah to summer could be so damaged in such an outrageous act of cruelty is likewise incomprehensible.

My heart goes out to the victims, their families and friends, to the city of Las Vegas, and to the First Responders, who risked their lives to rush aid to the victims as well as to those in the crowd who set aside fear for their own safety in order to help those around them who were injured or worse.

Last night, one evil man did a very bad thing; scores of heroes rose up to do the right thing in response.

I hope that the politicians and lobbyists and media pundits remember that part today; I hope they rise up to do the right thing, too. This isn't a day for fighting over politics, agendas, or platforms. It's a day to mourn the dead, to heal the wounded, to comfort the bereaved, and to help our fellow human beings. Vegas is doing that.

And, this time, what happens in Vegas, shouldn't stay in Vegas.