I am at a Labor Day cookout in Finneytown, Ohio, and all the food has been eaten.
Kids run around the yard playing a messy game of tee ball as the sun dips below the horizon.
Fluorescent pink plastic balls and bats fly everywhere. The adults sit lazily, and talk turns from mild state of the nation chit chat to the heated topic of school shootings and rampages by loners. One woman, a young mother, proposes a solution. String them up by their balls , she says plainly of the shooters who have survived their own carnage. Kip Kinkel, Andrew Goldstein, the kid in Paducah , she says, string them up by their balls and I guarantee you it ll never happen again.