Another mass murder by some 18-24 year old white dude with a grudge. Again and again and again.
Nothing anyone will do about it beyond wringing their hands, or, you know, saying if only someone had a gun to stop him.
We'll look at the shiny object for a day. Maybe two. If they're first graders, maybe a whole week we'll devote to being just sick to our stomachs.
But Halloween is coming. And then Thanksgiving. Christmas. And so on and so forth.
We'll go on.
We'll file it away in our brains and take to Twitter and Facebook and blogs to bemoan the tragedy.
But nothing will change.
Because stuff happens.