This was not a good weekend in the madhouse and anger chamber that is America. Your Devolutionist, as is his wont, spent too much time in front of his computer following the events in Tucson and the ensuing finger-pointing in the blogosphere that seems to have only slightly abated at this moment, some 79 hours after the shooting.
The Devolutionist has no desire to rehash Saturday's events here. Already millions of words have been written about it, and he's probably read most of them. Also written a few himself, on various blogs and websites, mostly countering the right-wing assholes desperate to deny that any of their increasingly hysterical rhetoric over the last couple of years could have in any way influenced a mentally unbalanced person and reinforced his rage until he snapped. No, certainly not.
Then one reads stories like this and wonders about the freak-out America would have if fourteen decapitated bodies were dumped at a shopping center in, say, Daytona Beach, and becomes grateful all over to live in America, as sick as some of the people here may be.
Years ago your road-trippin' Devolutionist spent a weekend in Tucson, tagging along with a friend who wanted to watch his Australian pen pals perform dance routines, accompanied by a rock guitarist who played his shows while wearing a motorcycle helmet complete with dark visor, during a roller derby match (don't ask.) Tucson was a nice town, a sleepy college burg with some cool bars and restaurants and blonde sorority girls who all looked mostly the same. The place was supposed to usually be hot as hell during the day, but it didn't seem so bad.
Still, driving into town one night from the suburban house where we stayed, a rabbit darted out in front of the car. The Devolutionist hit the brakes and felt a thump. We got out and looked around and could not find the bunny, so we assumed it had survived. Relating the story a few weeks later back in L.A., another friend suggested it probably hopped off into the bushes to die. This seemed ominous. And Arizona has only seemingly gotten crazier over the last few years.
So sorry, Tucson. You are a lovely place and you will survive this.