It took us a bit to make our way to baggage, gather our belongings, and meet the limo we had arranged for our late night 30 minute run into Denver. We were probably on the road by by 12:30 am, if not a bit earlier.
Easy ride. The traffic was very light, and I was enjoying watching the lights of stores and streets as our eagerness to see the Mighty Finn intensified.
At some point we passed about four miles north of the now famous theater. What would never have occurred to me was that at very moment, James E. Holmes would have already donned his gas mask and toted his AR-15 assault rifle, his Remington 12-gauge shotgun, and his 40-caliber Glock handgun into the theater. Now a dozen are dead and another fifty-nine are wounded with eleven still in critical condition.
At some point one simply runs out of words. In Little Glock-ers, I reacted to the Arizona shootings in January 2011 of Gabby Giffords and many others, a post I republished last January. There was a related post They Shoot New Yorkers, Don't They? in early 2011.
In sanity's not included, I attacked the same issue from a different perspective.
When will we grow up? When will we learn that the answer to violence is not to get even more guns out there? When will there have finally been sufficient killing?