New York City's mayor isn't having any of today's sentimentality and political postponement:
Soothing words are nice. But maybe it’s time the two people who want to be president of the United States stand up and tell us what they’re going to do about it, because this is obviously a problem across the country. And everybody always says, "Isn’t it tragic?"
Michael Bloomberg is of course insulated--through locale, term-limitation, and independence from the quivering two-party system--from the deadly politics of guns. But it would be fallacious to argue that his insulation perforce contaminates the integrity of his view. The political inaction of sentimentality is as predictable as yet another mass killing. This madness will go on, and on, and on, as long as we comfort ourselves with the words, "Isn't it tragic?"--rather than through a brutal, full-scale political offensive on the thoroughly mad Wayne LaPierre and his little congressional Igors.
There must be some way to remind ourselves that there are 310 million of us, minus the handful numbers of the lunatic fringe. And merely a handful it is; I have known over the years more than a few members of the National Rifle Association who believe its absolutism to be absolutely nuts. They know what assault rifles and 30-clip magazines are for, and it isn't for use against killer rabbits.
Just how does the true "silent majority" mobilize? I suppose in the selfsame way that movement conservatism did nearly a half-century ago--by a brazen ballsiness that won't be intimidated by the prevailing institutional powers that be.