Much has happened during my absence.
A whole lot of people died in Aurora, chief among them the Pretty Young White Woman the media always seems to mourn most. It's nothing nefarious, though. It's just extra tragic when they die.
And then a whole lot of people congregated at Joe Paterno's grave to dig him up and burn him at the stake. Metaphorically. So far. I do not defend Paterno. His moment for moral courage came, and he failed utterly. But nor do I pretend I've ever been faced with such a choice, myself. I find the more-outraged-than-thou zeal with which people are spitting upon him to be creepily like self-pleasure. The more public it is, the better it feels. Just when I thought this tale couldn't get any more revolting.