A mentally ill young man was able to buy a terrible weapon of mass destruction and used it to destroy several lives this weekend.
I struggle to make sense of the recent tragic shooting in Arizona as I hear the words of self-important politicians, political pundits and shock jocks ricocheting through the airwaves like so many bullets, each one believing they can repel those missile-like words like Superman.
There is no sense to be made of it.
There is no Superman.
It is true that there will never be a gun in my house. I made that decision 37 years ago and stand by it.
You can have a gun in your house, but you are not welcome to bring it to mine.
I believe with all my heart that guns have no place at a grocery store parking lot, and challenge anyone to explain why I might be wrong.
I have no answers, and only one question:
What is the argument for owning a weapon designed to kill man?