State of the killing union — via Dallas Morning News this morning:
As they stood on the corner, a Dallas police officer came up to them and held out his hand.
“You want a sticker?” he asked. It shined in the shape of a badge and said “junior officer.”
The boy took it without saying much.
Slipped it into the pocket of his shorts.
Turned again to his dad, leaning in now for support. Kevin Thomas bounced his son back and forth, back and forth.
“He’ll never forget” the father said of what they witnessed, holding hands with his son once more.
“He’ll understand the severity of what’s going on in the nation.”
(Illustration: Pablo Picasso’s ‘Self Portrait Facing Death‘ (June 30, 1972), was originally found here).
And an update from the late-great George Carlin 15 years ago: ‘“And speaking of mindless Hollywood cocksuckers, before Charlton Heston became President of these dickless lunatics in the NRA, they had a different guy. He’s still one of their major spokesman, and his name is Wayne LaPierre. Doesn’t that sound a bit fruitty to you? “Hi, I’m Wayne, I’m a gun person. Bang bang!” You know what this guy’s name ought to be? Biff Webster. Spud Crowley, a man’s name! Chuck Steak!”‘
An amazing one-two punch in the breakdown of a people. No matter what anyone else says — the Dallas shooting will be the major news item for a goodly-while — the insurmountable problem is the crazy number of firearms distributed through the US of A.
Just way-too many fucking guns available to way-too-many hate-filled assholes.
What else to be written at the end of a gun-crazed week…?