A lot of us hadn’t even had our coffee yet, and right next to our local Jesuit high school a kid stops his Kia, steps out with his high-velocity .223 caliber rifle, and sprays a crowd of kids.
Now nighttime “blood showers” (as one observer put it) is one thing. That’s normal. Midday, it’s devastating to watch the streets of Minneapolis turn into the streets of Port Au Prince. At night, you really don’t see it… Not as vividly… not as, you know, in cold blood, as you see it in the afternoon…