John Cole is a big, old, West Virginia cro-magnon motherfucker. Which makes this sear even more:
http://www.balloon-juice.com/2012/12/14/hard-to-comprehend/
I do think this one hits harder than all the other routine acts of unspeakable violence. Part of me assumes that my proximity makes it hit me harder - I've been crying on and off all day - but I imagine every parent in America is hit by this.
Kindergartners.
And there's a report that there really is no link between the shooter or his mother and the school. If so - and these reports are always wrong in the early hours - what are we to make of it? The deranged son who walks into his mother's class and kills the small beings that she devoted herself to makes a sick sort of sense. But what if the whole thing was even more random and horrific than we thought?
My son will be safe going to school in Monday. I know that. But the unsettling nature of these shootings is their complete randomness. If your sibling or spouse wants to kill you, they don't need a Bushmaster. There are a hundred ways to make the intimate kill. But these mass shooting are a unique by-product of America's fucked up fascination and fetish with guns.
We are scared so we buy guns. All the guns around make us scared. So we buy guns.
Maybe 20 dead kindergartners are enough to snap us out of this warped cycle of violence.
And if they aren't, good Christ what possibly could be?
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