My grandma always said that, even though you might sometimes have to look very very carefully, you can always find something good to say about someone.

Grandma was pretty well whacked on meds and Alzheimers in her later years, but I think that even she would have drawn her realism line well short of Pol Pot or KJ or Hugo.

Even she knew, at her hallucinatory apex, that it was important to find that one good quality, small though it might be, so that you could continue to think of the person as a human being, and so continue to deal with the person and thus give the person at least one small chance to come back, because once everyone gives up on you completely, there’s nothing to go back for.

Whereas CNN and their fellow drivellers have turned it completely around, viewing mass murder as the expression of a tortured soul, tortured (of course) by the cold, implacable meat grinder that we call society, and so the more people you’ve killed, the higher you lie in the pantheon of the oppressed.