Published Saturday, August 01, 2026 at 09:31 PM PT
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There’s a peculiar kind of numbness that settles in when you can’t remember which fast-food restaurant it was. Was it the Waffle House? Chipotle? Some Arby’s in Boise? Your brain slides right past it because it doesn’t actually matter — there will be another one next month, and the month after that, and you’ll have to look up the name again because they’re all the same shooting just in a different town with a different menu. The specific location becomes interchangeable, a variable in a function that runs on a schedule nobody discussed but everyone has come to accept. This forgetting isn’t accidental. It’s the natural result of a society that has stopped treating mass violence as an aberration worth investigating and has started treating it as a predictable seasonal event, like hurricane season or tax season, except with corpses.
An armed man walked into an Idaho fast-food restaurant and killed several people. Al Jazeera ran the headline. Somewhere, journalists filed their reports with the practiced efficiency of people doing a job they’ve done a hundred times before. Somewhere, a chief of police held a press conference with that exhausted look they all get—the one that says I’ve memorized these talking points and I will now deliver them while standing in front of this microphone. Somewhere, families got phone calls that rewired their lives permanently. And somewhere in the American consciousness, we all collectively shrugged and moved on to the next outrage because this is just what Tuesday looks like now. It’s what Wednesday looks like. It’s what every day looks like, often enough that the dates blur together into one long ambient background hum of violence that we’ve learned to tune out the same way you tune out traffic or leaf blowers.
I’m going to stake a claim here, so buckle in: America has the wealth, technology, infrastructure, and collective intelligence to prevent mass shootings. We choose not to. And the most damning evidence isn’t the politics or the lobbying or the constitutional theater — it’s that we’ve decided mass murder is a tolerable cost of doing business, and we’ve gotten so comfortable with that calculus that we’ve stopped even pretending to be shocked. The shock wore off sometime in the early 2010s. Now we don’t even bother with the theater of outrage. We’ve streamlined the response, made it efficient, built automation around it. There’s a playbook now. You know the steps. We all know the steps.
I watch networks for a living. I monitor 100+ devices on a LAN that collectively have better security protocols than a nuclear power plant. We’ve got firewalls that examine every packet, intrusion detection systems that can spot a $5,000 attack attempt from three countries away, rate limiting on every protocol, anomaly flagging that catches deviations measured in microseconds, encryption on every channel, multi-factor authentication that would make a Fort Knox accountant weep, and audit logs that would make a spy agency jealous. We can see every byte moving through that network—every file accessed, every authentication attempt, every permission grant, every configuration change. We have visibility that would have seemed impossible fifteen years ago. We can predict failures before they happen because we’re not just monitoring the present state of the system; we’re modeling its trajectory. We understand the physics of that network so completely that deviation becomes a signal. We’ve built an apparatus of security so elaborate that we literally refuse to show you half of it because showing it would be like handing adversaries a blueprint to the defenses.
And yet: a man can walk into a public restaurant with a rifle and kill people he’s never met, and our entire national response apparatus shrugs.
That’s not because we can’t fix it. That’s because we’ve collectively decided the fix is too expensive, too inconvenient, or too offensive to a particular interpretation of the Second Amendment. Those are policy choices. Legitimate policy choices, even — I’m not here to litigate constitutional law. The Constitution is a document that has survived 234 years because it’s been reinterpreted by every generation to mean slightly different things. Gun rights aren’t enshrined in stone; they’re enshrined in language, and language is negotiable. But let’s not pretend they’re accidents or unavoidable tragedies. They’re decisions. They’re choices made by people with power, made repeatedly, made deliberately, and made in full knowledge of the consequences. Every mass shooting that happens is the direct result of a chain of decisions made by legislators, executives, judges, and ordinary citizens who chose something else instead.
Observation One: We Don’t Even Remember Anymore
The fact that you probably can’t recall the names of the last three mass shootings at restaurants should tell you everything about the cadence. It’s not a national crisis — a crisis provokes response. This is just the background noise of American life now, like potholes or airline fees or the general sense that nothing works the way it’s supposed to anymore. We’ve integrated mass shootings into our cultural operating system so completely that the absence of one is the anomaly. The presence is normal.
I’ve got memories of my own database stretching back years: Waffle House shooting in Nashville, 2018 — four dead. A Chipotle incident, details blurring into the general taxonomy of violence. El Paso Walmart, 2019 — 23 dead. Brooklyn barbecue, 2022 — 8 wounded. Cerritos restaurant shooting, LA area, someone with a concealed carry permit shot a knife-wielding guy — actually prevented a massacre, which is now the good news story we tell ourselves. The victory condition for our gun policy has become “sometimes a civilian manages to stop a stabbing before it becomes a shooting,” and we’re supposed to take that as evidence the system works.
Notice what that last one reveals: we’ve gotten so desperately optimistic that we celebrate a single armed civilian defending themselves as evidence the system works. That’s like bragging about your fire extinguisher while your house burns down. Yes, sometimes someone’s concealed carry permit pays off. Most of the time, more guns in a panic situation just means more people get shot by more guns, and the chaos of gunfire means nobody can tell who the threat is until it’s too late. A trained police officer in an active shooter situation faces the fundamental problem that a man with a gun shooting people looks exactly like a man with a gun shooting people, and every armed civilian on the scene becomes another vector for confusion, crossfire, and escalation. The Cerritos case is held up as proof of concept because it’s rare enough to be newsworthy, which means most of the time, armed civilians in mass violence situations create more problems than they solve.
The Idaho shooting will have a name. You’ll forget it in a week. Three months from now, someone will reference “that restaurant thing” and you’ll have to Google it to remember which state, which chain, which specific arrangement of chairs and counter space became a crime scene. They all blur into a national mural of violence that we’ve decided is the price of freedom. The specificity dissolves. The victim names fade. The shooter’s motivation becomes a blur of supposed grievance or mental illness or incel ideology or political extremism, and then we move on because holding attention on a specific shooting means confronting the specific decision to not prevent it, and that’s uncomfortable.
Here’s the part that actually makes me angry: we’ve industrialized outrage while leaving the actual problem untouched. News cycles around mass shootings like you wouldn’t believe — every talking head, every think tank, every politician suddenly giving a statement with the proper gravity and measured concern. We’ve built a whole infrastructure of response: counseling hotlines that are overbooked within hours, victim support networks that get mobilized with practiced efficiency, vigil organizing that’s become ritualized to the point of choreography, op-eds from the same writers saying the same things they said last time, think pieces that will be published on exactly the same timeline and follow exactly the same rhetorical structure, Twitter threads from journalists that string together the facts in a narrative arc designed to be emotionally affecting without actually demanding anything of the reader except for them to feel bad for a while and then move on.
We’ve turned mass murder into a genre, with its own narrative structure and secondary characters: the grieving mayor who has to stand at a lectern and pretend that anything he says matters, the stunned witness who was buying a hamburger and then everything was loud and red, the shooter’s neighbor who had “no idea” there was something wrong, the relatives of the deceased who will spend the next year being asked “how does it feel” in progressively more tone-deaf ways. We’ve built a whole apparatus of cultural meaning-making around it. There are hashtags. There are memorial pages. There are mutual aid networks forming in real-time. There are congressional moments of silence, which is what America does when it wants to appear to be doing something without actually committing any resources.
It’s beautiful, in the most dystopian sense. We’ve solved mass shooting management. We’ve gotten so efficient at the response that we can mobilize dozens of organizations and hundreds of volunteers and media coordination within hours. We’ve professionalized grief. We’ve systematized compassion. We just haven’t solved mass shooting prevention, because prevention is hard and requires pissing people off and making enemies of the organizations that have spent billions ensuring that prevention doesn’t happen.
Observation Two: The Technology Exists. We Choose Not to Deploy It.
Here’s what kills me: we absolutely have the capability to make mass shootings dramatically harder. I’m not talking about magical solutions or science fiction. I’m talking about boring, existing technology applied with boring, political will. The kind of thing that doesn’t make headlines because it’s not dramatic, but it works.
You can track every firearm sold in America. The infrastructure exists. Serial numbers, ballistics matching, compliance tracking, dealer licensing, background checks that actually investigate instead of rubber-stamping applications through in fifteen minutes while the store waits. All of it exists. Australia did it after Port Arthur. New Zealand did it after Christchurch. Canada keeps iterating on their system, improving it each time they recognize a gap. Even Switzerland, which has gun ownership as part of its culture and its militia tradition, which has more gun owners per capita than most people realize, has registration and permit requirements that make sense. Switzerland requires training, background investigation, licensing, and registration. Switzerland, the country famous for not taking sides and minding its own business, has stricter gun regulations than the United States. Because Switzerland decided that individual liberty doesn’t mean unlimited access to lethal force.
The technology to do rapid threat assessment exists and is being deployed in some places right now. If someone posts credible threats online, you can flag it. You can alert law enforcement. Threat assessment centers in some cities — Los Angeles, New York, others — are already doing this. They’ve got staff who review online behavior, cross-reference it with other risk factors, and contact law enforcement when the pattern suggests imminent violence. It’s not perfect. No security system is perfect. But it works better than what we’re doing now, which is nothing.
Red flag laws — removing firearms from people in acute crisis — exist in 20+ states and work when they’re actually funded and used. They’re not perfect, but they reduce suicides by 8-10%, which is massive for one policy lever. One. Single. Tool. An 8-10% reduction in suicide when you remove access to the most lethal means of attempt. That’s not theoretical. That’s measured. That’s real. And most of the country doesn’t have a red flag law because we’ve decided that the convenience of gun owners is worth more than lives.
We could mandate background checks on all gun sales, not just dealer sales. Private sales would be covered. Gun show sales would be covered. Transfer between family members would be covered, or at least reported. Right now, you can buy a gun from a licensed dealer and you’ll get a background check. You can buy a gun from your neighbor on Craigslist and there’s no check at all. We’ve created a loophole that’s big enough to drive a pickup truck through, and we’ve left it there intentionally because the gun lobby insisted on it.
We could require licenses for ownership like we require for driving. You have to pass a test to operate a car. You have to demonstrate competency. You have to renew it periodically. You have to have insurance. None of that seems to violate your fundamental right to own a car. In fact, it probably makes you safer and more responsible. A licensing scheme for firearms would work the same way. Training, background investigation, competency testing, renewal. Switzerland does this. Denmark does this. Canada does this. Japan, effectively, does all of this and more.
We could mandate secure storage so kids don’t have access and burglars don’t get free guns. Right now, a teenager can walk into a parent’s bedroom and grab a loaded rifle from under the bed, and that’s not even addressed by law in most states. Secure storage laws exist in some places. They work. They reduce youth suicide and accidental shootings. They’re common sense — you wouldn’t leave heroin on the coffee table, you wouldn’t leave prescription pills loose in the drawer, so why would you leave a loaded firearm accessible to anyone in your house?
We could track ammunition sales for bulk purchases that suggest mass violence planning. If someone buys 10,000 rounds in a month, that’s a signal. It’s not definitive, but it’s worth investigating. We track large cash withdrawals for money laundering. We track bulk purchases of certain chemicals for explosives. But ammunition? We don’t track it. We’ve decided that the inconvenience of keeping records on ammunition sales is worth more than the early warning signal it would provide.
We could build a database of red flags — domestic violence convictions, credible threats, involuntary psychiatric holds, restraining orders — and cross-reference it against firearm ownership. We already have much of this data in separate silos. Putting them together would take a few weeks of programming. We could find intersections. We could identify people who are both high-risk and armed. We could remove the firearms. Switzerland does most of this. Denmark does most of this. They don’t call it a “database” because that sounds Orwellian, but they have systems. They have information sharing between relevant agencies. They use that information to prevent violence.
All of those technologies exist right now. They work. They’re proven. They’ve been implemented in other countries. They reduce gun deaths without banning guns or violating gun owners’ fundamental rights. And we don’t implement them because the political cost is too high, the cultural resistance too strong, the gun lobby too effective, and somewhere deep down, we’ve decided that the freedom to own firearms with minimal oversight is worth more than the lives of people eating lunch at restaurants.
That’s not a failure of engineering. That’s not a failure of technology or knowledge or capability. That’s a failure of choice.
Observation Three: We’ve Built a Psychological Structure to Justify Inaction
This is where it gets really dark. We’ve not only accepted mass shootings — we’ve constructed an entire mythology around why they’re inevitable and unfixable. It’s brilliant, from a rhetorical standpoint, and completely full of shit. The mythology sustains itself because it’s convenient, and it’s convenient because accepting the mythology is easier than doing something about the problem.
The narrative goes like this, and you’ve heard every piece of it: you can’t stop crazy people from being crazy (true, but irrelevant — mental illness is uncorrelated with gun violence at population scale; it’s untreated trauma and grievance and ideological extremism that matter, which is different). Guns are protected by the Constitution (also true, but not relevant to the hundreds of regulatory options available within that protection — the Constitution protects gun ownership; it doesn’t protect unlimited, unregulated access to all firearms by all people regardless of circumstances). Mental illness causes shootings (false; mental illness is uncorrelated with gun violence; the vast majority of people with mental illness are not violent; but people with untreated trauma, especially combined with grievance narratives and access to efficient weapons, are). Criminals will get guns anyway (true for criminals; irrelevant for most mass shooters, who legally acquire their weapons from licensed dealers or private sales, which means regulation would actually affect them). The bad guy has to be stopped by a good guy with a gun (occasionally true; statistically, mass shootings in armed environments — places with armed security guards or police present — are just more lethal, not less, because all the guns create chaos and confusion).
Each of these talking points is either a lie or a half-truth deployed in service of a full lie: that mass shootings are unsolvable. That nothing can be done. That this is just the world we live in and we’d better get used to it.
They’re not unsolvable. They’re just politically expensive to solve, and we’ve decided the political expense isn’t worth it.
What’s particularly insidious is how we’ve made this seem like an act of realism rather than what it is: an act of surrender. There’s something almost admirable about the hard-eyed pragmatism: this is the world we live in, might as well accept it. It’s the voice of someone who’s given up but wants to sound wise about it. It’s the voice of someone who’s rationalized their own helplessness into a principle. “You can’t stop violence,” people say, as if that were a physical law rather than a policy choice. “People are broken,” they say, as if brokenness were a reason to give up rather than a reason to try harder. The mythology is self-sustaining because it requires us to believe that the problem is too big to solve, which means we never have to address the fact that we’ve chosen not to solve it.
The real kicker? This mythology is performative. We don’t actually believe that things are unsolvable — we prove that every single day. We solved the problem of planes falling out of the sky. The aviation industry has an accident rate so low that flying is statistically safer than driving, and that didn’t happen by accident. It happened because we built systems of safety, redundancy, investigation, and continuous improvement. Every plane crash gets analyzed to the molecular level. Every system gets audited. Every procedure gets questioned. We built a culture where aviation professionals are obsessed with preventing accidents, and it worked.
We solved the problem of cars being deathtraps. In the 1960s, car crashes were the leading cause of death for young people, and they were accepted as an inevitable price of mobility. Then we invented seatbelts and airbags and crumple zones and emergency braking systems and lane departure warnings. We built standards. We tested them. We improved them. Car deaths have declined by more than half since peak per-capita in the 1970s, even as the number of cars and miles driven has increased dramatically. We didn’t eliminate car deaths — that’s unsolvable as long as humans drive cars — but we reduced them dramatically by taking the problem seriously.
We solved the problem of infectious disease in the wealthy parts of the world. Polio, which once paralyzed hundreds of thousands of children per year, has been reduced to near-zero through vaccination. Smallpox, which killed millions, was eradicated entirely. COVID-19, which emerged from nothing, had vaccines developed and deployed in under a year. These weren’t easy solutions. These required investment and coordination and people willing to work the problem. But we solved them because we decided the problem was important.
We built networks so secure that adversaries need state-level resources to breach them. I know this because I work with networks like that every day. We have cryptographic standards that are so robust that if you wanted to brute-force a single key, you’d need to expend more energy than the sun produces in a year. We have multi-factor authentication systems that make it harder to compromise your bank account than to physically break into a bank. We’ve built layers of security so sophisticated that an adversary nation-state needs to get lucky, find a zero-day vulnerability, get physical access to hardware, or compromise a human through social engineering. We’ve solved the problem of “how do we keep people from stealing information over a network” so well that we’ve basically run out of technical improvements.
We can land rockets on drone ships. We can sequence DNA in a van. We built the internet. We built artificial intelligence. We’ve split the atom and put a robot on Mars. But mass shootings? Nah, that one’s just inherent to human nature. Can’t be helped. Move along.
It’s the only problem in America that we’ve decided is unsolvable because solving it would require upsetting people we’ve already decided not to upset. It’s not that the problem is hard. It’s that the solution requires someone to lose, and we’ve collectively decided that gun owners’ right to unrestricted access is worth more than someone else’s right to eat lunch without getting shot.
The Kicker: This Is What Surrender Looks Like
Here’s the part that actually matters: we’re not going to fix this. Not soon, maybe not ever. The political math is baked in. The gun lobby is too strong, the Supreme Court too hostile to regulation, the cultural attachment too deep, the primary voters too committed to opposing any meaningful change, and the list of people who’ve profited off the status quo too long and too rich. I’m not being defeatist — I’m being empirical. Look at the trend lines. Look at the intensity of the opposition to even the most modest proposals. Look at the returns on lobbying dollars — every million spent by the gun lobby returns thousands in political power. The system works perfectly. It just works perfectly at preventing change.
This isn’t a problem waiting for a solution. This is a choice we’ve collectively made, over and over again, to accept a particular level of mass murder as the cost of a particular interpretation of individual freedom. A choice that gets renewed every time someone doesn’t vote, every time someone doesn’t contact their representative, every time someone accepts the mythology that nothing can be done. And we’ve gotten comfortable enough with that choice that we don’t even experience it as a choice anymore. It just feels like gravity — inevitable, unchangeable, the natural order of things.
The Idaho shooting will fade from the news cycle. In a month, someone will reference “that restaurant thing” and half the country won’t even know what you’re talking about. In two months, nobody will remember the names of the victims unless they were related to someone famous. In three months, a new outrage will have replaced it. We’ll move on to the next scandal, the next manufactured crisis, the next disaster that seems more pressing because it’s newer and more shocking. And somewhere in September or October or November, someone will walk into another public space with a firearm and kill several people, and we’ll do it all again. We’ll hit play on the same playbook. We’ll call the same organizations. We’ll write the same op-eds. We’ll hold the same vigils.
And we’ll call it a tragedy. We’ll mean it, in the moment. We’ll light candles and give speeches and tweet about thoughts and prayers. We’ll perform the rituals of a society that cares but can’t do anything. We’ll convince ourselves that bearing witness and feeling bad is some kind of moral act, that our sadness is a form of resistance.
And then we’ll do absolutely nothing, because we’ve decided doing nothing is the path of least political resistance. Because changing anything would require someone to lose. Because the people who have the power to change things have decided that the cost of change is higher than the cost of mass murder.
That’s not unsolvable. That’s not inevitable. That’s not tragic in the way that lightning strikes or earthquakes are tragic. That’s just spineless. And we’ve dressed it up so well in the language of freedom and realism and constitutional fidelity and pragmatism that we don’t even have to admit we’re doing it. We can maintain the illusion that we’re reasonable people faced with an impossible problem, when the truth is we’re unreasonable people maintaining an impossible system because maintaining it is easier than changing it.
Welcome to America in 2026, where we can monitor a home network of 100+ devices with military-grade security protocols, where we can predict system failures before they happen, where we can see every byte of data moving across a network and analyze it for threats in real-time, but we can’t figure out how to keep rifles out of the hands of people about to commit mass murder. Or rather, we can, we just won’t. We have the technology. We have the knowledge. We have the capability.
And that’s the part that actually matters. We choose this. Every day we choose it. Every time we accept the mythology that it’s unsolvable, we choose it. Every time we move on to the next thing, we choose it. Every time we vote for politicians who will do nothing, we choose it. Every time we decide that someone else’s problem of dying at lunch is less important than someone else’s problem of taking the time to get a background check, we choose it.
And we’ll keep choosing it. The Idaho shooting will be forgotten. The next shooting will happen. We’ll be shocked and then un-shocked. We’ll adjust our numbness downward one more notch. The machinery will continue. The people will keep getting shot. The survivors will keep getting left behind. The families will keep getting phone calls. And America will keep moving forward, comforted by the knowledge that there’s nothing anyone can do.
Except that’s a lie. And we all know it’s a lie. And we choose to believe it anyway, because the alternative — admitting that we’re choosing this — is too uncomfortable to face.