Some years ago, I was walking home, fairly late at night, in misty rain. I was a hundred yards or so from the house when a couple of teens on the other side of the street skipped a rock off the road, it nearly hit me.
I snarled to myself because of that and kept walking. They started walking after me. One called out asking if I had a light and I just said "Sorry, I don't smoke." Then I heard them running after me and sped up, wanting to get home.
I was pushing thirty: They caught up and one whammed me in the back of the head with a fist. I yelled for help, *loudly*, as they kinda kicked at me while I curled up on the ground, not really damaging; I think I had them spooked, looking back. They stepped away and I got up to keep going home.
These assholes caught up *again* and one popped me in the cheek so hard an upper molar went numb and the cheek was gashed open slightly against it. (I have since lost that tooth.) As I kept running, the guy asked, "Why you making me hit you?" All I could say was an incredulous, growling pant of, "I'm, not making, you do, *anything*!"
Why am I telling you this? Frustrated, aimless, hopeless men will take out their frustrations on whatever catches their attention. Then they'll shuck the blame off.
Bell Killer, here, doesn't like a lot of things. He especially doesn't like how the media doesn't agree with him. That he chose to defend a bully whose reckless, hateful actions led to a tragic suicide is much more ominous to me than the tragedy of Tyler, to be completely honest.
We, the people, have to conduct a full-court press for equality and fair treatment, and simply ignore the pundits that try using the Church as an excuse for their hate--right up to the Pope or the megachurch leaders, the Senate, even the White House if one of these religiously enabled bigots manages to take the Presidency.
Enough is Enough, and we've been long, long past "enough" for centuries now.