Why are we OK with mass shootings?
I hate mass shootings.
Everybody hates them, of course: innocent death, fathers, fiances, best friends, and sons snatched violently away, sudden carnage crashing ordinary days. But I hate them for an additional reason.
When things like this happen, you see, it's my job to have something to say. And I've got nothing. More accurately, I've got nothing left that I haven't already said.
Shall I parse the killer's motivations? I did that after Columbine.
Shall I praise heroism in the midst of massacre? I did that after Aurora.
Shall I call out the evil in this world? I did that after Virginia Tech.
Shall I demand a re-examination of our gun laws? I did that after Umpqua Community College.
And it's a mark of how often this sort of thing happens, how routine it has become, that you probably don't even remember Umpqua. Or Isla Vista.
So no, I've got nothing -- and even that is something I've said before.
The need to have something is, as you doubtless know, occasioned by our latest atrocity: 26 people shot dead in a rural church near San Antonio. Half of the victims reportedly were children, including a toddler 18 months old. The 26-year-old killer, reportedly motivated by a domestic dispute, shot babies point blank, according to an eyewitness.