What can we do to give consequences to mental health professionals who lack the courage do the right thing and recommend to courts that crazy people be confined in treatment centers?

In Flopping Aces, DrJohn notes that mental illness is the common denominator in virtually all mass shooting murders.


It’s all too familiar. It’s all too tragic. And it keeps on happening. A few days ago an ex-Marine shot up a club and killed 12 people before taking his own life.

Ian Long suffered from PTSD.

He had a history of being troubled and yet he was allowed to retain his weapon.

The gunman who killed 12 people at a country music bar in California fired a bullet through the wall of his mother’s home during a volatile row in April and spent hours holed up inside until police coaxed him out but he was cleared by mental health officials and was somehow still allowed to own the Glock 45. used in Wednesday’s attack.

And that makes him like pretty much every other mass murderer. Mentally ill. The signs are almost always there and no one takes them seriously enough.
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What can we do to give consequences to mental health professionals who lack the courage do the right thing and recommend to courts that crazy people be confined in treatment centers?

Mass-murderers

Somewhere today I read that Stephen Paddock's brain is going to be examined at Stanford University. Neo-neocon writes here about another mass shooter whose brain was examined. In addition, she writes here about Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the killers at Columbine High School. Eric and Dylan were convinced they were better than everyone else.

“Ah ha!”

Jonah Goldberg writes at National Review,

Other than the actual murder and maiming, the thing I hate the most about mass murderers of all stripes -- be they psychopaths, jihadists, white supremacists, Luddites, gangsters, or a radical faction of “Up with People” -- is the mad rush by observers to yoke the slaughter to a political agenda.

I’m not excluding my own side, or myself, from this indictment. If you hung out on Twitter on Wednesday afternoon, you could feel the eagerness and frustration out there. Like my dogs working themselves up into a frenzy as I put on my shoes too slowly for their perambulatory needs, people strained against the chains of the news flow, yearning to get to the point where they could launch their “Ah ha!” attacks at the other side.

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