How many?

Well, yay—another week, another couple of mass shootings and another opportunity for Republicans to wake the fuck up and swap hand-flapping thoughts-and-prayers for enacting sensible gun laws.

But you know how that’s going.

So I’m revisiting a Dylan classic for today’s earworm.

Back when he wrote about cannonballs flying, he was thinking about actual artillery and kinetic warfare. But these days I think we could extend that imagery to military-grade weapons in the hands of White man-boys brought up on a steady diet of grievances and media coverage of their cosplaying brothers-in-arms receiving adulation and keys to the Capitol from Republican legislators for their murderous activities. Why wouldn’t they act out their testosterone, given these conditions?

There’s another line that’s so prescient: the one about when do we judge that too many people have died. The answer that Republicans all up and down the line are hearing is: there’s no such thing as too many, as long as I’m not in the count. And I won’t be because I’m never going to be where the little people are.

We need a different wind to flush through the halls of these people; a hurricane that will sweep them out of any position of power forever.

Here’s Odetta singing “Blowin’ in the Wind”.