More horrors, more madness. First, the twisted mind that kills, then the twisted minds that turn slaughter into self-righteous moralizing, fatuous answers, moot solutions. In a clamor of causal oversimplifications and non sequiturs, despite their ignorance and irrationality, the public and media boom and clang, but, again, it is too little, too late. Again, the murder of the innocent is followed by the murder of reason.
Who is so presumptuous, so omniscient, as to think he knows the myriad elements, large and small, in the killer's life and environment that led to this calamity when, most likely, the killer did not know or understand? Every answer to why is a fool's.
Patently, the explanation of and solution to such events is beyond any ready comprehension, beyond any quick fix, vacuous prayers, posturing laws, stricter security. Whatever steps are taken, our defense against relentless suicidal killers will have fatal flaws. And little bespeaks so clearly the sad, sorry state of our society than the equally obscene solutions offered: more guns, more God.
Nowhere evident is the decent silence, respect and humility due in the face of incomprehensible, overwhelming loss, nowhere the consciousness of our own individual share of the shame.