At the corner, near my house, the guy in the SUV angrily honks at the Prius in front of him because the lady isn’t making the right turn fast enough for him. At the grocery store, the woman who is 102 pounds too heavy for her height grumbles and complains because the checkout line isn’t moving fast enough. Somewhere in Beverly Hills, a woman is complaining to her hairdresser because the color of her hair is more of a hazelnut, instead of the burnt bronze she had requested. Somewhere else, a group of people have gathered to discuss how they’re going to stop gay people from marrying each other. And in another untouchable land, someone who earns $100 million dollars a year is bitching and complaining because they may have to pay a couple of hundred thousand dollars more in taxes each year in the near future and not be able to afford that third Mercedes they were planning on. And in a small northeast town 26 people, 20 of them children, lay dead.