Oh, I get it.
We’re so sophisticated we need to see the gory, grim pictures of those angels massacred in Sandyhook

And why do we need to intrude on the very private moment these parents have with their beloved babies?
   
I forget.

Don’t you wonder how they’ll feel sitting over coffee and opening the morning paper to their child’s picture with his face blown off?

Sorry, Ma’am. Sorry Dad. This is a free country, after all.

We’re free to have whatever guns we want...and we don’t have to pretend they are for hunting anymore.

You know, if this government gets frisky...especially with this black President from “Kenya”...we gotta be ready to rumble...save the country!

Kinda like the way George Zimmerman protected the...the...what the hell was that phuque protecting?

After all he had a gun...and why not?...he saved the Skittles from Trayvon Martin...eventho he was told to go the phuque home and practice giving himself a circumcision with his phuquin’ gun....(I added that last part).    

What did we learn from seeing the grim photo of Emmet Till?

Or Rodney King?

Or the sweet Vietnamese child screaming in pain as her clothing and skin was ripped off her little body as a result of a special concoction whipped up by the United States.

But after all, she wasn’t an American.