Mass shootings are horrifying, terrible, heartbreaking, enraging. For me, as for many, the most recent mass shooting at a public elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut has been particularly painful. Its pall clings to me, and I suspect I’m writing this blog in part to attempt some diminishment of its effect, some exorcism.
The powerlessness of bearing witness, even through the distorted lens of modern media, leaves me enervated. I have only the meager power of writing to fight back, but it’s better than remaining voiceless. And I’ve got something to say.
We don’t just have a gun problem in the good ol’ USofA, we’ve got a problem with mad men – and we’re not talking about it.