I’ve written a column about the Uvalde, TX, massacre already this morning. The heart of it:
This isn’t a debate about the proliferation of guns, or even who should have them. It’s not another rote diatribe about the rights granted us by the 2nd Amendment. This is about dead children.
And about their parents, who will never see them again. Never sing them Happy Birthday or watch them in the school play or teach them to ride a two-wheeled bike or escort them down the aisle. The kids were in 2nd through 4th grade.