‘The world’s what we make it, and we made it blood red’ — Mark Spoelstra, 1963

Here we go again. Another mass shooting and bunch of the same old predictable yada yada yada from all sides.

I own a couple of firearms, but I’m not a big gun head. While my younger teenage brothers were learning the ins and outs of firearms, blasting every little critter or street sign they could find, I was learning how to play the Top 40 songs of the day with my first band. They are all better shots than I.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not an anti-gun advocate, either. I believe my guns aren’t dangerous until someone loads them and points them at someone with the intent to fire. Then they’re as dangerous as dangerous can be.

And I’m not trying to have some grand Second Amendment debate or argument about whether an AR-15 is a military weapon. I’m not interested in that.

Instead, we need another wakeup call — we’re getting exactly what we deserve.

Until a critical mass of our so-called leaders have the stones to stand up and declare enough is enough, these mass shootings will happen again and again and again. As long as some deranged person is able to get their hands on such weapons (you have to be deranged to gun down a bunch of innocent people, right?), this story will repeat itself ad nauseum.

My late songwriter friend Mark Spolestra wrote “White Winged Dove” in the early 1960s, protesting “toy guns for Christmas in place of love.”

One verse goes, “The blood of this world is mixed with tears/Guns have been around for hundreds of years/If that’s the way you want it, then that’s the way it is/Because the world’s what we make it and we made it blood red.”

Yeah, it’s just a verse from an old ’60s protest song, but it’s the truth. We’re stuck with this senseless mayhem until we decide to put an end to it once and for all. It’s totally up to us, and I’m pretty damn uncomfortable with all this blood spilling through my fingers again.