You know what really burns my biscuits? The elephant in the room whenever tragedy strikes. Plenty of people are religious, hate other religions, can’t wrap their brains around the fact that some people are born to love other people with the same bathing suit area equipment or think abortion is a ticket straight to hell, they don’t kill anyone. Some people think the other side of the political aisle is filled with brain dead fart fawners or that life is really hard because the one that they want tells them to eat a curb or that losing their job is the end of the world as they know it and they don’t feel fine, but they don’t kill people. We blame weaponry, rhetoric, video games, hate and even for awhile Marilyn Manson. The truth of the matter is that no one is living their best life when they decide to spend a Tuesday mowing down strangers with a car or a gun or a bomb or whatever happens to be handy. While no excuse, there’s certainly some screws loose when one is unable to recognize the evil of the deed they plan to do. Burnt biscuits never killed anyone, but I fear ignoring mental health does.