We have a group of people, scattered in towns and cities across the country, who are made to. . . .

[Stinky The Clown]

. . . . relive their own unimaginable grief each time another mass shooting occurs. They are the direct victims of the last mass shooting. And the one before that. And before that. Too many to count. They are the classmates and workmates, parents and children, aunts and uncles and cousins, friends and neighbors, teachers, cops, EMTs, and government officials who were directly touched by events such as what transpired at Sandy Hook.