Of crosshairs and survey symbols

Every time a gunman goes berserk and kills a bunch of people, the shock lasts about 12 minutes before devolving into a shoutfest of assholes and ignoramuses. At least that’s the drill here in America. Maybe it goes down differently in other countries; I don’t know. Probably. For starters, it seems likely that other countries might, per capita, have fewer MySpace loons spraying bullets into crowds with newly purchased Glocks. All I know is that I’m tired of it.

I know: If I don’t like it here, I should move. Right? Well, I don’t like it here — at least the part where bat-shit retards go postal at shopping malls and former places of employment every couple of weeks.  One of these days, it could happen to me. Must all of these murderous mouth-breathers have guaranteed access to semi-automatic weapons? The Second Amendment, to the extent that it involves arming people who are (a) certifiable, and (b) maintain MySpace pages, is beginning to seem way overrated.

Another thing I don’t like is all the dumb-ass pundits out there who set the tone for the crazies by casting legitimate political disagreements as calls to armed struggle and revolution. What the hell is wrong with this country? Twenty people get shot, six of them fatally, and the best we can do is reduce them to fodder for Rush Limbaugh and Keith Olbermann and 100 million anonymous commenters, all of whom seem almost happy it happened because it somehow validates a world view they remain unable to fully articulate.

I guess the most depressing thing about this country is that nobody accepts the slightest blame for anything. The economy goes down in flames and people get bonuses.  They slip on a sidewalk and it’s lawsuit time. They gamble on real estate and then refuse to pay up.  Worst of all, horrific events provoke nothing but talking points.