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So I posted this to Facebook tonight:
So this Capital shooting is bothering me. I'm wondering what was this woman's intention when she put her child (assumed) in the backseat of her car and decided to go ram into the barricades in front of the White House. The part that is really bothering me is was her intention to make a point or to hurt someone? And if her intention was to make a point how did she assume it might end? With her being killed in front of her child (assumed) and being portrayed as this violent crazy person. And finally I'm sure this is the result of several things, but is one of those things this game that is being played between political parties to prove a point.#allforthisbullshit (Assumed).

 I can't help but feeling like this was a mistake. Watching this entire thing unfold live, and the images of that poor little girl being carried off by police in the midst of chaos. Now that I am a mother I always try to think of things from the perspective of "what if that were my child?" I cannot imagine a mother wanting her child to be in that situation, I can't imagine a mother who anticipated this possible ending or a mother who had no mental health issues getting up, dressing her little girl, taking the care to braid her hair and put her in a jacket, buckling her into a carseat, and then heading out to be violently killed. 

 I just do not understand.

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