Evil’s Bare Fangs
Kevin McCullough
The force of the flying metal hit his neck and vein before the sound of the shot could be heard. The pain of a knife blade in her neck and chest did its damage even before she could process the thought of an assailant standing over her. The little ones couldn’t begin to understand what was happening as the deafening sounds filled their school’s chambers.
Three weeks in a row.
Three senseless, brutal, and cold-blooded killings.
Three signs that our fragile society does not contain within itself the tremendous courage, heart, and belief that we claim. In our nation, a rift so deep yawns before us that its void seems irreparable. A divide so wide it feels permanent. A chasm so enormous the side of good can barely fathom reunion.
And why should we?
The villains of these days are universally pitied—even heralded—by the American left.
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