Another day, another mass shooting. What is there to say about this one?
NPR gave it about five or six minutes, which might have been the limit of known facts, or a strategy to distinguish itself from cable news. Can’t say. As soon as I heard the news, I sighed and decided to wait until the Home Final was delivered, so to speak. And now that it’s on the doorstep, here’s what I have learned:
Well, there’s racism. Among other things.
Sigh. Let’s skip to the bloggage; I’m very tired.
I see Betsy McCaughey is peddling the same old snake oil.
A good one from Neil Steinberg. The homeless have very 19th-century medical lives:
In her 12 years with the Night Ministry, the last line of assistance for Chicago’s impoverished, Schreiber has seen much that medical professionals rarely see: trenchfoot, frostbite, gangrene, untreated fractures, gashes that victims sutured themselves with clear tape. “These people are so marginalized, they hesitate to seek health care,” she said. “These people just suffer.”
Baby Holly’s great line in Sunday’s “Breaking Bad?” IMPROVISED. Gives me hope for our bullet-strewn future, but right now, I’m going to bed.