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A man shot another man in broad daylight.
A man took a gun, pointed it at the back of another man, and emptied the gun of three bullets into the other man, killing him.

A groundswell of support raced through the country, races through the country even now. The support for the shooter knows no bounds. Members of all races and economic classes and political affiliations are celebrating the shooter for his actions.

And yet I feel profoundly frustrated. Maybe it's because I'm an idealist instead of a realist, maybe because I build up a mental image of the ultimate good and lament what could be where other people simply take the good whenever they can get it, everyone else is celebrating the same moment that I am mourning.