Feeding what appears to be rampant hunger, the entertainment industry continues to dish up crime stories 24-7. The most popular entrees are weekly law enforcement dramas. You know the kind. The team of dedicated cops always includes a cover girl. She’s either the boss or the chief forensics whiz. The team must solve a series of vicious homicides. The criminal is always an evil genius whose sole purpose in life is to inflict pain and suffering in the cruelest, most imaginative of ways. The team meets every day. The cop dialogue is carefully designed to allow every member of the team to make an adult remark, right on cue. And the set design is always dramatic, making law enforcement offices look more like the set of “America’s Got talent.” If you tune into network cop melodramas or Hollywood action movies on a regular basis, you come away with one undeniable fact: someone in your family, likely your favorite uncle or sweet grandmother, is a serial killer. Or you’re convinced that thousands of former CIA, Green Beret, Army Ranger or Navy Seal operatives are roaming the streets to rid the world of evil villains who invariably are white pharmaceutical plunderers, white dirty cops or white Southern racist mobsters. You’re dead certain that one of these vigilantes works undercover at every Home Depot where he uses axes, drills, industrial staple guns, saws and other household tools to gruesomely liquidate dozens of sociopaths. Everyone’s favorite super gladiator — Jason Bourne — is unbeatable in hand to hand combat, in the use of weaponry, in electronic device manipulation and in the scaling of high places bare-handed. With his superhuman prowess, however, he mysteriously spends the better part of four movies risking his life in a stolen taxi or motorcycle, to escape from assassins like himself. He prefers, for instance, to free fall down a four-story stairwell, in mid flight, to ingeniously shoot his assailant, rather than wait in hiding for the assailant to come to him. But you must remember he was trained how to land on stone floors of building lobbies. Sorry, you should cut moviemakers some slack. This is entertainment, after all. No one takes it seriously, do they? Course not — except perhaps for a few thousand adolescents and teenagers who think killing is cool. But not all television is pulp fiction. True crime documentaries and true crime reality TV dominate cable networks. This programming doesn’t rely on super hero action but on real life interviews with victims’ families, victim survivors, cops, attorneys, jurors and felons. Unfortunately, many of these documentaries suffer from movie making theatrics — true crimes in their own right. The idea is for actors to simulate murder and for narrators to use words like shocking, startling, stunning and striking. Most often, murder is one on one. Most often, murder is about money, drugs or sex. Homicide methods run the gamut — shooting, stabbing, strangling, bludgeoning, poisoning, drowning. Ironically, entertainment media rakes in billions through broadcasting all the juicy details of every imaginable type of violence — yet the very same media that creates and glorifies this violence leads the parade of militant activists calling for the repeal of second amendment rights. You must avoid the knee-jerk tendency to call these people idiots. You must restrain yourself. You must conclude they are either confused, misinformed or unobservant. Surely, they must understand that self defense — protecting one’s own life and property — is a universal, fundamental right. Surely, they must understand. The Founders wanted the people to defend themselves — not simply against individual evildoers — but against the biggest evildoer of them all — their own Government. Surely, they must understand that. But no, they don’t. Because they choose not to understand. This is their attitude — yes, say it — the attitude of idiots.