The horror of yesterday's events in Newtown, Connecticut cuts through me to the core. That was the exact sort of class where I could be reading my books to a bunch of wide eyed five year olds, full of wonder about the world. It is the sort of place where you could feel safe, cozy and innocent. The idea that five year olds would ever have to think of kindergarten as a place of death and mayhem is unfathomable. Yes, the problem is the guns and lack of gun control. It's deeper and more pervasive. We inhabit  a place we cannot legislate, a culture desensitized by gratuitous violence. At the movies a few weeks ago, I was bothered by the string of coming attractions of nameless movies marked by blood, gore and body counts. Where were the stories? Children are sitting in front of the TV and computer screens shooting for sport. Guns and guts are the scorekeepers. There is a disconnection from the horror. How did we arrive at this place? How did scary fall off the cliff into this abyss of terror?
Getting a gun should be harder than getting a driver's license and violence should not be entertainment.