Last week, sadly, we had yet another school shooting. I have reached the point, honestly, where I can't even mentally participate in what then ensues. The sadness, the thoughts and prayers, the excuses, the breast-beating, the anti-gun side, the pro-gun side, the shouting, virtual and otherwise--and the funerals, the sadness, the mourning. I know all about Australia, and honestly, you'd have to be living under a rock not to, and I know about England, and Switzerland, and I know about the other places that do have guns and how awful and lawless they are. I've thought about it all, I've been down those roads a million times. Newtown happened in my home state. The teachers who were killed went to the same state schools as my own daughters, so I even have a fair idea of what their college days were like. My heart broke for the little ones. My heart even broke for the killer's family, because they lost two family members as well, no matter how culpable his moth...