Dear Shooters, More than feeling disgust, you scare me. Am I going to be the next victim? Is my brother or my mother going to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and are you going to shoot them? The odds keep increasing that someone I know will be in a mass shooting, soon, and those odds are terrifying. I don’t understand what killing people achieves for you? I don’t understand how you can sit in your home and plan out the details about how you will shoot to kill and not care (or understand?) that you’re taking lives. The lives of possible future friends, loved ones, or someone who could have cured the cancer discovered within you. I can’t comprehend the destruction and I don’t understand all the cop killings. How many people do you need to kill before you’re satisfied? What number will be enough? Why the mistrust of your brothers and sisters? Why the hate? Do you not care how your mother or father or friend would feel to see you on TV in a police chase? Or watch you...