guns don't kill people, people kill guns...wait, I know this one...people don't kill people, guns kill guns...damn...it'll come to me...

     Guns are accidence - the substance is found elsewhere. We're afraid to look for it.
     It's like one of those creepy pictures of a bucolic, family scene, and hidden in a bush, or beneath a pillow, is a demonic face, a face that just blends in enough so that you can't see it unless you search for it. Of course, once you see it, you can't forget it. It is, well, haunting, and no one wants to be haunted now do they.
     But we are haunted, my friends. Something is out to get us. The guns just make it easier. Prudent or not - And who can untangle that skein? - executive orders will not help us.
     It's like the TSA requiring those little bottles of shampoo, and that we put them in a plastic bag [prophylactic] no less. We even know it's useless, absurd, that the airlines like it because they can charge premiums to go around it all, yet, yet, we allow it to continue. It's all action at a distance, frittering energy away because we must, must, must do something.
     I have been asked, Do you think we should do nothing? Yes, precisely that. The horror at stillness, the impossibility of patience astonishes me sometimes.
     So now we have a president who rules by executive decree. Well, we've had that for a while, yes? The difference is that now it's all in the open, and we even welcome it with a sigh of relief. It's the next step my friends, and it's the crucial one.
     Something is out to get us, yes that's true. It's haunting us even as we speak, and when we finally see it in the image of safety we've conjured for ourselves, we won't be able to look away as it destroys us all.
     Have a nice day.