We had another mass murder event in America today. Twenty-six people or so in a church in Texas. It’s disconcerting how these events no longer shock us. They’re expected. Indeed, we know there will be another. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps next week. We don’t know when. But we do know it won’t be long.
I have no interest in debating gun control or chastising those who don’t believe we should have any restrictions on gun ownership. It wouldn’t do any good.
History tells us that the U.S. is a violent nation. Always has been. I don’t expect that to change.
We’re also told we’re a Christian nation. What a joke.
When these slaughters happen, I do wonder whether anything could change the political equation — whether we’d ever get to the point of saying enough is enough. Perhaps we will, but I’m not so sure. America is comfortable with violence. With killing.
We’re the only nation in the world with violence like this. That makes us exceptional I suppose. But is American exceptionalism always a good thing? Perhaps not.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m going to mention it again because it revealed to me just how messed up our cultural values are. A couple of years ago I went into a Starbucks in Cheyenne, Wyoming for a cup of coffee. Standing by the door was a big guy with an assault weapon slung over his shoulder. I couldn’t help think, what is wrong with us? How can any culture think this is O.K.?
Yet we do. Not all of us. But enough of us to allow nut jobs like this to do as they please.
Some call it freedom. To me, it’s just plain lunacy. Who in their right mind would think it’s necessary to carry an assault weapon into a Starbucks in Cheyenne? No one.
I’ll never understand why so many of the rest of us are content to live in such a society.
How many innocent people need to die before we come to our senses?
Apparently, a lot.