About three Christmases back, we had all three of the Portland nephews, one of the Umatilla kids because he was going to school in Portland and his new girlfriend (now wife, marvelous young lady). They all had their cell phones and they managed to text, talk, watch a movie and play cribbage. All at the same time. The texting, however was pretty damn quiet. I certainly couldn't hear anything when Aria was messaging and she was about four feet away. So unless the wife was telling the dad what to text to their daughter, there wasn't a whole lot of noise going on. So, what set this damn fool off for cryin' out loud?
I used to think that if we could just keep the guns away from crooks and nuts we could work something out to keep this country semi sane. So what do you do when you have a shooter that was presumably sane and not a crook? At least when he was a cop. I can't wait to hear how the NRA spins this.