In what sense? Memphis is the most dangerous city in America, so after, say, any mass shooting in Memphis, it makes little sense for the police to assure us it was isolated. It took its place as part of incessant local warfare.

“Police said a fight broke out [at a graduation party] just after 11:15 p.m. in the 1700 block of Brookins Street before multiple people opened fire.”

At least a hundred people had gathered at the party, which is Memphis for “Ten heavily armed teenagers did what they rather often do when there’s a party.” That ain’t isolated. That’s a pattern.

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‘[I]nvestigators said they found two firearms in a 10-month-old child’s bedroom. They said one of the firearms was found in the closet while the other was found inside the child’s crib…

[B]oth firearms were modified consistent with Glock switch installation…

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[The suspect] already had an ankle monitor as a bond condition related to a homicide.’

Another suicide – attempted suicide? – at a gun range. Wotta shocker.

… on his campaign website. He’s running in the Dem. primary for Congress from Hawaii.

Kirill got mad the other day because somebody on a beach asked him to turn his music down, so he

threatened the man by implying he had a firearm and would shoot the victim’s wife.

A bystander intervened, leading to a physical altercation during which Basin allegedly armed himself with a knife and threatened multiple people before throwing it into the ocean. Police said the bystander recovered the knife and turned it over to responding officers.

Kirill’s threatened a lot of other people, in other venues, with fists and weapons. He has quite a history of violence.

Rather than run for office, UD suggests that Kirill, who grew up in Ukraine, take his pugilistic skills to that war-torn country. If he must explode in rage on a regular basis, make it meaningful and ding a Russian.

And, armed with that distinction, it wants to show you what the state can accomplish.

Lotsa people at the In-N-Out parking lot this afternoon filmed the two boys (or maybe just one) with long, long guns finally taking their weapons out for a play date. They’ve been champing at the bit to pull the AR15s and shoot folks, and today turned out to be the day. You could just see the beginnings of facial hair on one of the tykes.

In-N-Out. Life’s like that, ain’t it? One minute you’re in a burger joint reaching for the mustard, and the next moment you’re out cold. Live each day as if thy last, as the great old hymn has it, for lo as the lord giveth gun rights just so the lord taketh away your capacity to survive a 7.62x39mm cartridge.

FB commenter: Or, as we say in America, Saturday.

… has become all the rage in the land of 500 million firearms. If, like Colin Gray, you get excited at the spectacle of your psychotic kid plastering his room with photos of mass killers and then letting rip at his high school with one of the guns you’ve pressed on him, you can be convicted of murder alongside him.

Your venerable Bite of Seattle food festival confirms that you’re just like the rest of America: You can’t gather in crowds without getting shot. The two 14 year olds (or whatever – that’s an age estimate) shooting at each other in the middle of your sushi sampling will always be top of mind for you now. You will stop attending anything that calls itself a festival because in this country festivals = shooting galleries. Parades, fireworks displays, protest marches — you name it. A real bloody mess.

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UPDATE: Look at that. I was off by one year.

The government relations director at the Heritage Foundation was caught with a loaded gun plus cocaine and fentanyl as he entered the Russell Senate Office Building last week. He told police the drugs were “prescribed by a medical professional.” Dr Feelgood!

These plasma collection locations concentrate crates of guns, gallons of alcohol, and gazillions of intellectually disabled gangs.

Just the other day, UD posted about a killing field like this in Denver. She was confident that no matter how many next-day pressure washers Denver had to bring to its sidewalks, the city’s bond would remain with the bloody.

But lo! There seems to be a body/gunshot limit. 66 shots from at least two people engaged in warfare among innocent passersby — not just, say, 50 shots from one guy spraying a crowd cuz he was denied admission to the abattoir… that wouldn’t be enough to trigger a city shutdown… but 66 fired among multiple combatants was in fact enough to rouse the city from its sleep.

Funny how the club has no comment and the local press doesn’t use the word. Everybody knows there’s no better place – duh – to do the deed than a gun club.

Not if you keep shooting it to death.

‘Yet another shooting here…’

‘Nice place to get lit up and by lit up I mean shot…’

‘At the end of the night end up getting locked inside for a short time because something was going on outside the club. However, I will say their security guard Mike was phenomenal and great. Helped me get my friend into our car safely…’

Patron reviews say it all, don’t they? But no one in Denver gives a shit, so the POPOPOPOPOPOP keeps popping along.

Tucson’s mayor, surveying her city’s bloody streets after another mundane massacre, wonders why morons with magnums still rule her world.

And, once comfortably assembled, it can comfortably blow out your brain.

Indeed the ease and comfort of gun suicide is one reason its incidence in this country is soaring.

You can even be a psychologically fragile 18 year old and all you have to do is send away for your very own suicide kit — no questions asked! — and bingo you’re out of the running. Too easy…