Upon learning of the slaughter in Vegas, I “called” for a day of respite before the “causes” kicked in. Silly moi. As horrific as it was, this was a problematic mass murder. The targets were people attending a country music festival, meaning the shooter was unlikely to fit the hoped-for narrative of racist, sexist, homophobic.
Indeed, it was quite possible, once a motive was ascertained, that the shooter was on the “good” side. Since no tragedy can go unexploited by the opportunists, and there being no easy target of their invective, the narrative plucked the low-hanging fruit: guns. The narrative, inexplicably, was “there is never a good time to talk about guns,” designed to overcome people like me who called for breathing room before the hysteria, before seizing upon death to further the cause.
It was ironic, of course, because we talk about guns all the time. But that’s not really what they mean. What they mean is that regulation hasn’t happened, making “talk about guns” a euphemism for regulating guns. After all, no real talk could end in anything other than regulation, since there is no other “correct” outcome. Continue reading →