I’d like to believe that murdering a room full of kindergarteners a few days before Christmas is a great an evil as human beings are capable of.

I want to feel sympathy, and empathy, for the poor children, their parents, their schoolmates, and everyone harmed by the bastard who did this thing. I’m glad he’s dead. I wish his evil could be buried with him — and a stake driven through its heart.

But we all know that a greater evil is very much alive — and filled with glee. We all know there’s worse to come. And it’s going to come (as usual) for our freedom.

So how do you even feel what one decent human being should feel toward suffering others — when over the bodies of the dead you can already see the political vultures circling?

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