No More . . .

It seems that the war on women in America is being fought with bullets.  After the killings of female (and male) University of California at Santa Barbara students in nearby Isla Vista, California, which were perpetrated by a deranged loner who felt scorned by females and plotted a sick revenge against the female sex, I am flabbergasted about how so much unjustified paranoia is raging through the minds of people with guns who shouldn't have them.  And the people drawing battle lines in the "war" over guns - from angry defiance from gun rights advocates who have pretty much said that anyone killed by a deranged person is collateral damage to film critics opining that moviemakers' fantasies helped this to happen - are missing the point over the fact that we should restrict guns and get them out out of the hands of the mentally ill.  Those who do focus on these issues can be assured that they'll lose the fight once again, because if Newtown or Isla Vista can't weaken the National Rifle Association's leadership, what will?

As for me, I'm disgusted with even having to comment on it, and I have long since come to the conclusion that a culture that doesn't want to take even the simplest steps to lessen its romantic-sick love of firearms is, quite frankly, not for me.

And once again, I'd better stop here, before I say something I'm going to regret later.