I’m working on a post about the Omaha mall shooting, but don’t want to wait until it’s finished to say that if I hear the shooter described as “depressed” one more time, I’m likely to snap. Depression makes you not want to get out of bed, or not want to leave the house. It doesn’t make you want to climb to top of a clock tower or the third floor of a shopping mall and start shooting people. I don’t know what does make one do that —psychosis? paranoia?—but it’s not depression. Stuff like that gives depression a bad name.