Shooting 32 people for no discernable reason makes no sense.
Failing, for two hours, to let someone know a possible shootist was on campus, makes no sense.
I realize asking for anything in life to be rational borders on the irrational.
But I want life and logic to fit together.
Then I think about the shooter's parents.
The parents of the dead kids and teachers, spouses, children.
Help, I'm falling and I can't stop.
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