Guns and grief are a bad combination. Our judgment is clouded and undone in moments of aggrieved passion; we are least suited at such times to take on the roles of both jury and judge, leaving aside the illegality of such vigilantism. We may, in the throes of passion, misconstrue causes and misdirect blame. But we may hope to live through such moments, and see in a calmer, clarifying light.
It's moments like these that can cause even the most levelheaded and peaceful person to feel angry and disillusioned with the state of the world. That may sound dramatic, but it's true. More than the indignation or the confusion, however, I think each of us feels an overwhelming sense of helplessness.