I’m sick as a dog and it’s been a crappy weekend all around. The horrible shootings in Tucson and theincoherent thoughts of accused mass murderer Jared Loughner made me think of Arthur Bremer the psycho creep whose bullets crippled George Wallace in 1972 and about whom Peter Gabriel wrote the songFamily Snapshot.Unfortunately, this sick fuck Loughner is crazier and infinitely more destructive than Bremer who just wanted his 15 minutes of fame but didn’t spray bullets at the crowd at the strip mall in Laurel, Maryland. He just wanted to be famous for killing someone famous.
In many ways, I’m in the middle on gun control issues: I have friends who hunt so I’m not opposed to responsible people owning shotguns and rifles but have never understood why private citizens should be allowed to buy *any* kind of automatic weapon; especially one so easily concealed. It’s downright stupid and self defeating.The weapon fired so lethally by Loughner used to be banned until the NRA had its way.
So, here’s our current family snapshot: a seemingly lone and deranged gunman has once again gone on a rampage. The wingers are blaming the victims and “the streets are lined with camera crews” reporting on an attempted political assassination that turned into a blood bath. It would be nice if the right would tone down their violent rhetoric but they don’t do nice and they never tone it down. Fuck them.
