And there you have it, America at its best. Killing is America's favorite hobby, its national pastime, its rites of passage. Whether it's guns, matches, drones, bombs or pushing others in front of speeding trains, one thing is undeniable, no other culture on the face of the planet kills more wantonly, joyfully, deliberately, regularly and savagely than Americans. Blame it on too many guns, cheap matches, the high price of gasoline, the low price of booze, mental illness, drug addiction, lack of medical care, not enough jobs, the economy, the weather, terrorism, consumerism, pollution, propaganda, the Boogey Man, the garbage man, the repo man, the MIC, the CDC, ABC and QVC, your grandmother or the neighbor's cat but the reality is that it's all you. Look in the mirror! You are sick, twisted, inhumane savages who relish the kill. It's in your DNA, it's in your veins, it's in your subconscious. Ban guns, matches, gas cans, plastic knives, bats and speeding trains but nothing is going to stop you from fulfilling your manifest destiny. Begging Robert Zemeckis' pardon, I endeavor to paraphrase Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit and I say "You're not bad. You're just drawn that way."