Common decency in America has gone to meet its maker. There was a time when we respected one another (or at least pretended to), when victims of violent death and their survivors were comforted, where marriage and relationships were accorded a modicum of reverence and empathy. All it takes is one over-privileged, narcissistic psycho with a grudge to flush all that down the crapper.

Of course - we all know about the Virgin Homicides in California. Some horny boy couldn't get laid because women were smart enough to know what a pig he was, so he grabbed his surrogate dick and bullet-fucked anyone in his line of sight. Like Sandy Hook, the parents' grief once again brought the notion of common-sense gun laws to the forefront:

I was counting down to the moment when some NRA-apologist intoned "Now is not the time to politicize this by discussing gun control". Instead, a South Carolina politician tweeted this:

Klassy with a "K"... and disgusting - treating this tragedy and a parent's grief with such venom. It wasn't just this douchestick, though. Enter campaign 2008 liar Joe the Plumber (who is neither a plumber, nor named "Joe") with his unsurprisingly selfish take on the tragedy: "As harsh as this sounds -- your dead kids don’t trump my Constitutional rights".

That's right - in their minds, the senseless deaths and countless grieving family and friends, the lives ruined - these are all a small price to pay so they can play with their toys. There's no middle ground here, it's either them or your kids, and your kids have a red glowing dot on their foreheads. It's in the Constitution somewhere, they're sure of it.

As if the gun lovers weren't enough, the women-haters club (yes, it's a real thing) has to chime in by not only blaming women for the murders, but promising more where that came from.

It seems that women are always getting the short end of the stick (insert joke here... gently), especially from self-appointed advisors like senile televangelist Pat Robertson, who counsels wives to fuck their husbands when they do the dishes. See - if women only knew their place (which is apparently on all fours for whomever wants to go for a ride), then husbands would be happy, no-longer-virgin college boys would be happy, and there would be no more violence.

Well - except for from those gun-toting women, I suppose...

Regardless - I remember in my youth there was a promise at that time in our history... women were declaring their right to be treated as equals and the right to determine their own destiny. Every day, it seems like politicians, pundits, and wannabe 15-minuters are opening their yaps and blurting out whatever fetid fantasies their id dislodges from the fevered recesses of their tiny brains. We are slipping backwards, and it disgusts and discourages me. I hope that we Americans who retain some semblance of decency can pull the reins and bring us back around to a time when random mass shootings are considered a tragedy by everyone. We may not always agree, but we should at least agree to try to remain decent about it.

By the way... if you think my language and imagery in this was crude and a bit "indecent", there's a reason. It's an artistic device to make the point. I hope this requires no further explanation.