The funny thing is that I was going to write about Kurt Cobain today. I don’t think I will now. Maybe next week.

Assuming historians use blogs like this as material for work in the future, and I hope they do, they’ll come across this post and note that from the date it is clear that this is a brief written reaction to a horrific shooting in an elementary school in Connecticut that happened on that day. One of many tragedies that typified early twenty-first century America. Beyond that, however, they’ll find (I assume) that this is simply a muted reaction to something awful. Because really, take away the date, and this could be any one of a number of tragic shootings that have occurred over the last couple of years.

I don’t want to tweet about it, I don’t want to leave comments on web sites about it. Truth be told, I don’t want to think about it, even though I can’t stop. So I’ll just write this short post as some kind of way to vent, to try and express something indefinable: sorrow for my fellow human beings, people that I have never met and will never meet. I’m sorry this happened to you. I hope this country can get its act together. If incidents like this don’t spark intelligent (or at the very least, sane) gun control, then I guess we’ll never get it.

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