When I wrote of “the next time some shut-in does something beastly” in my review of Theodore Dalrymple’s fine sendup of psychotherapy, little did I know what was soon to take place in Charleston. We’ll have to see if the cry arises, as it usually does after a horrific event like this, for the head trade to sort out the crazies and render them harmless, a job this vast industry is ill-prepared to do.
I remember after the Connecticut school-house massacre we were treated to endless stories of how weird the shooter in that one was and how he should have been identified and, well, and then what? The breathless descriptions of this quirky loner probably fits tens of thousands of adolescents across the lower-48. What are we to do? Jug them all? Most of these off-plumb people will never do a criminal thing in their admittedly hinky lives.
It’s not a happy conclusion, but it’s part of wisdom to finally understand and accept that there are some very bad things that simply can’t be prevented.