I want to write something about guns tonight, but I can’t think what to write.  Do I feel safer because you live on my street and you have guns?  Not so much.  Not so much.  I know your son has “issues” and he gets angry.  You shot a raccoon in the alley that was annoying you.  I imagine my dogs annoy you occasionally too. Do I feel safer?  Not so much.  Not so much.

Our president was just talking about twenty dead little children.  He had to pause for a long time and wipe away a tear before he could continue.  As for me, I can’t think of anything else to write.  And I have no pictures for this post.