I keep promising to let this issue go.

I so hate it with every fiber of my being.

Then another atrocity “shocks” America—really, you’re “shocked” again?—and the vapidly saccharine Facebook posts, the wise pundit chin-pulling, and the political navel lint fumbling starts up again. The morbid stupidity of it all lights my dwindling fire.

It’s the guns, stupid.

I don’t know what most people who own guns do or want to do with them. I don’t really care.

I am sick of these self-righteous, self-justifying, gun-obsessed people. I am sick of their pathetic twaddle, which the relentless facts in America make increasingly absurd.

But, I am mostly, deeply, feverishly sick of all of the other Americans—all the noncombatants who vastly outnumber the gun nuts, but who only whine and wring their hands, and still won’t and don’t do one damned thing about it, until the specter of Gun Death touches them.

Then they ask questions that have been here for decades with stunningly obvious answers: When will it end? What can we do? What should we do?

I am sick of…you.

Just as I condemn cell-phoning and texting drivers as recklessly inchoate killers, so do I hold you in contempt. You are the ultimate shame of America.

Your passivity stands in contempt of the priceless life that you pretend to love in the stream of cute puppy dog and kitty cat pictures you post on “social media.”

Your inertia, your sickeningly passive reaction and your cloying sentiments—devoid of firm action—stand in contempt of the Creator and all that is good, whatever your creed.

I am sick of “ordinary” people, politicians, and journalists who “parachute in” to become instant experts. Yes, yes, they know or they can quickly find some answer other than the guns, which the problem is so obviously not. They are clever and they write well and they have “access” to the deepest thinkers. I am just as sick of those who plea ignorance. They just don’t know anything about guns. So what can they do?

What you, and they, and I—we—do know beyond the shadow of a doubt and to a moral certainty is that the United States of America is the only advanced country in the world in which literally anyone can go literally anywhere and kill lots of innocent people with a gun. Yes, it may happen occasionally in, say, Belgium.  But here, it happens over and over and over and over again. Weekly…bi-weekly.  Who cares?

Why?

Why are you accepting this, you pathetic Lotus Eaters? Is it too tiring to get up off of your couches? Do you really not love your family and friends?

Let us give the well-paid professional liars at the NRA the benefit of the doubt and assume that the NRA has about 4 million members. This represents, at best, about one (1) percent of the 314 million people counted as Americans in 2012. One ‪percent!

You…yes, you, not the anonymous “they”… you are being led around by the nose by what? By a claque of fanatical nitwits. And yet, not only do you affect to be baffled and helpless, you allow your elected representatives to pretend to be powerless.

You, after all, are not a “single issue” person. And there’s so much other stuff on which you can squander your precious time, attention, and money. Like posting cute little kitty cat pictures.

Again, giving gun ownership figures the benefit of the doubt, and placing them at about 70 million, gun owners represent at best about 22 percent of the population. Even if, even if in the face of our continuing slaughter, every single gun owner in America were adamantly against gun regulation—and let’s call it what it should be, gun control—the vast, vast majority of Americans who don’t own guns but who are just sitting around pulling lint out of their bellies while the slaughter goes on have no complaint.

So, unless you have shouldered your share of the burden and are doing something real, “folks,” please just STF up.

Please have the decency to keep your pious mewling to yourself until it’s your turn to hold a media conference and blubber for the cameras about someone close to you.

Just keep on silently spinning spin the roulette wheel until it’s your child, your wife, your husband, your mother, your father, or your friend who gets killed with a gun.

As a famous Roman once said, I wash my hands of it.

Teddy bears, stacks of flowers, and tearful speeches are not a gun control policy.

And if you have no policy, sooner or later you get what you deserve, Sheeple.