And the President reading the names of the dead, yet another time, should be all that it takes to pass meaningful gun legislation.
The reading of the names of the dead should shame the NRA beyond silence into something like contrition.
The reading of the names of the dead should convince our tanned, narrow-eyed, soft-bellied, strict-constructionist, frighteningly repressed, bullying and cowardly legislators to forego the donor money just-this-once and protect the children who, I will remind them, were once fetuses (and thus, important).
The reading of the names of the dead should maybe, hopefully, NOW convince American voters, and most especially American men, that gun control is not synonymous with castration.
I fucking hate this …