Drowning in the crocodile tears

Another needless, heartbreaking gun massacre. Large quantities of murdered and maimed innocents. A community in great shock and grief, in some cases, inconsolably. And all of the mayhem and sorrow largely preventable.

This morning, driving home from taking a family friend to his job, I saw a local steel mill’s jinormous American flag flying at half-staff, and I couldn’t even remember just why. And then I tuned in the car radio to a local NPR station and was reminded… Yeah, that horrific gun massacre at the Parkland, Florida high school, that got 17 murdered and at least 12 injured. We’ve become so endured to these atrocities that it’s easy to lose track… And I’m a stark-raving gun grabber. So the crocodile tears emanating from so many of the Nutcase Rifle Assassins’ biggest apologists are really jarring.

Nothing changes about this ongoing carnage, unique to our gun-crazy country, until we change ourselves. It is indeed possible to enforce responsible gun control and still be compliant to the Second Amendment, but first we have to be willing to stare down murderous mercenaries in the NRA and rethink our worship of the murder toys they want to go on selling. No civilian needs a goddamn military-style offensive weapon, like assault rifles. If someone wants a friggin’ AR-15 that badly, that citizen can swallow his/her gum and enlist in the police force or military (and pass their mental health standards, too). We had control over these weapons until 2004, when Sen. Dianne Feinstein’s ban on them should have been renewed; Pres. George W. Bush even gave lip-service to signing the renewal if passed. The NRA made damn certain it wasn’t, and the gore has exploded ever since.

Other countries restrict their citizens’ access to dangerous weapons, and yet they’re still free, and, wow, these countries suffer far less gun casualties. But not us! No, no, that’s not the American way!

Instead, we just go on drowning in crocodile tears… And the spilt blood of so many innocents.

John Pierce
Starving cartoonist sans portfolio. Native Angeleno but I'll be mellow when I dead (thanks, Al Yankovic). I live to bully bullies!