The Shooter

He has yet to go off the deep end. Yet he senses something. He is a terrorist in the making or a mad man yet to go public with his madness. Some would rightfully say he is both.

He is fueled by opportunity... the chance to arm and armor himself with war making weapons and wear. They are accumulating in his trunk, or in his garage, or in his house, or in his storage shed and they are waiting for him to make his final commitment.

Meanwhile, following the latest mass murder, the public and their elected officials engage in endless debate over the nuances of a constitutional "right" that was penned by representatives over 200 years ago; representatives who could not have foreseen the events, or weapons capabilities of today.

The sentence goes like this:

 
People focus on the "right of the people" rather than the context of the sentence that includes "well regulated." So, the debate continues and drags on while the latest tragedy already begins to fade from the everyday mind. Soon, attention will turn toward other events.

Meanwhile, as I write this, The Shooter prepares for a day he is not certain is coming, a day when his mind will snap and he will forget how pleasant it would be to wake up the next day alive. He will select his targets of opportunity, arm himself with the weapons of war and begin. It is certain to happen.

The Constitution says we should regulate them well but we do not. We make assault weapons readily available to anyone. Such is the state of our paranoid propensity to take a knee to moneyed interests.

The Shooter still owns us.