I give up.
I've spent the last two days trying to make sense out of the thing in Paris. I decided, finally, it can't be done. There is no sense to be made from the slaughter of innocent people for the sin of making jokes. The closest I can come to a satisfying answer? ... Assholes did it.
Also this week, one or more assholes planted a bomb at a NAACP office in Colorado, presumably to harm people for the sin of promoting civil rights and justice.
And another bunch of assholes turned their back on the mayor of New York City for the sin of telling the truth about yet another variety of asshole who, under the cover of uniforms and badges, murders black men and black boys on the streets of America for the sin of being black and gets away with it.
Still more assholes, an army of the bastards, are wreaking havoc in Syria and Iraq and Yemen and Pakistan, no matter how many innocent people get hurt for the sin of living there, and a group of newly-elected assholes were sworn into Congress this week, vowing they will wreak havoc on the health care, immigration and environmental policies of President Barack Obama, no matter how many innocent people get hurt for the sin of being poor, Latino, or inhabitants of a fragile planet.
It's been an asshole of a week. I guess the only good news is that there are still lots and lots of innocent people left. Hopefully, more than all the assholes can ever get around to hurting, harming or slaughtering. Hopefully, enough to get to all the assholes before the assholes get to them.
Now, what say we listen to a little music, and remember there's still a lot of hope and joy and funkiness in the world.