Only in this capital of self-absorbed arrogance do people learn of an incomprehensible slaughter of angelic children huddled in terror and immediately think — well, of themselves. And how they can, in their boundless power and wisdom, fix it so it never happens again. Only in this town do people witness such madness and carnage and think of — what else? — low, dirty politics.
As the rest of the world recoiled in disbelief, then wept in black sorrow, politicians here began their jockeying, spinning their designs for new laws that would save us from ourselves and cast themselves as great and heroic statesmen.
We must do something about America’s “gun culture,” they earnestly bleat like unthinking sheep.
A 20-year-old man grows up in America with every luxury imaginable. He is incapable, we are told, of feeling any pain. He is excruciatingly shy and utterly isolated. He is not able to fathom that other people around him have emotions and feelings. Computers and modern technology are his most treasured haven. He plays, we are told, vividly lifelike and violent video games that coach perfect muscle memory for quickly killing large numbers of people without a hint of remorse. Then someone — reportedly, his mother — teaches this unstable sociopath how to shoot guns and then leaves the guns so they somehow become available to him. And then, emerging from his isolation, he lashes out and kills at random 20 small children in retaliation for his own miserable life.