Ugh

[ceebeegee]

Listening to this freak's video that was sent to NBC, all this "you did this to me" and "see what you did"...at the risk of trivializing this terrible thing, but...man, what a whiny, pouty, disgusting sack of shit. I mean, in addition to the "Oooh, other people have money, boo hoo...oooh, my sense of manhood is 2 inches tall. Somehow it must be someone else's fault...Oooh, I can't write for shit [HOW he wasn't kicked out of a good school like Tech with that shit writing, I don't know--read his crappy play at The Smoking Gun, he reads like every one of those crap young male screenwriter/directors at film school--we've ALL auditioned for them, ladies] so I'll substitute violence for characterization, plot and theme. Oooh, some girl won't go out with my loser self so wah wah wah, I'll stalk you to show you how you *should* go out with me! Because I have a RIGHT to a girlfriend."

And this ridiculous romanticization of those fellow losers, the Columbine murderers, has to stop. All those stupid glorification sites, "Tears for E*** and D*****" are just beyond words. They were losers--"ooooh, someone was meeeean to me and I'll show them by killing lots of random passersby and clench my fists and stamp my baby feet!" Please, who *wasn't* picked on in high school and middle school? I got shit. Yes, I did. I got by in middle school (thank God for sports--that saved me socially) but I definitely dealt with my share of shit from both girls *and* boys. I was socially awkward and dorky and way too "I'll compensate for my dorkiness by pushing it in your face how smart I am!" and certainly didn't have a boyfriend in middle school. We all got shit. Everyone got shit from someone. If you can't handle it without bringing a gun to school and killing indiscriminately, you're a fucking loser.

What a fucking loser. There's no grand picture to this, no great wrong this asshole was redressing--he's just an angry fucking loser. The Angry Loser Syndrome--"I DESERVE a girlfriend, I DESERVE friends, I DESERVE to have everyone be forced to acknowledge how wise and evolved I am."

Watching CNN right now, there's a psychologist using the term "loser" in this totally emotionless, clinical way. Which is sort of funny in a horrible way, in these circumstances.

All those sweet young faces. All those young lives, those college students. Those young, young faces, all from towns so close to Falls Church. Centreville. Fairfax. Woodbridge. Richmond.

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[dje2004.livejournal.com]

Word.

Makes me want to kill some folks and send a CD to MTV...

[neoscribe.livejournal.com]

What gets me is how the fookin' media will pound this story into the fookin ground. This morning, I can't pick up a paper, look at a website, or turn on a television without this sick nerds face pointing a gun at me.
He sent this package to NBC because this is exactly what he wanted. To become so lonely losers martyr after his death.
And that is EXACTLY what he is getting.
And who's giving it to him?
The social disease known as our press.
FRICKIN' SICK.

[carasol.livejournal.com]

Just playing devil's advocate, here...

I was bullied throughout grade school and high school, and largely ignored in college until my senior year. I was (and still am, in some ways ways) socially inept and awkward, and quite the loner. And I was miserable, and (I hesitate to admit this) borderline suicidal (though never homicidal. That thought never occured to me-- God bless Quaker education!). The one thing that got me through was remembering what my family, therapists, and teachers all told me: "It will get better when you're older." And as I matured and watched how other people interacted, I learned better how to fit in, until I found the supportive circle of friends I had always wanted. It took time and effort, but it was worth the wait.

But some people can't adapt. Some people don't have family who listens to them, or teachers and therapists who offer sound advice. Adolesence sucks, and some people don't have the spine to suffer through it. I look at Seung-hui, Dylan and Eric and see what I might have become if I hadn't had supportive family and teachers, and if I didn't believe everyone who told me that things would get better.

I'm certainly not excusing them or their senseless violence, but I also don't think it's entirely fair to dismiss them, either. They were stupid and hostile and I have no respect for them at all... but somewhere deep down, I do have a small sliver of pity. Dylan and Eric were bullied until they broke. Columbine High School did nothing to stop the bullies. Seung-hui was clearly socio-or-psychopathic, with a good dose of paranoid schizophrenia thrown in. He should have been institutionalized years ago, or at the very least, expelled from the college when so many people complained about his behaviour. Hindsight is 20/20, of course, but I'm quite disturbed by the lack of action on behalf of the parents and the schools to deal with the problematic students. There were warning signs everywhere, but nobody did anything to fix the problems before they boiled over.

One final side note: last week, I went to the social security office near my home to get a new card. While I sat and waited, I began talking with a mother and her overly energetic four-year-old son. When she was called up to the window, she asked if I would sit with the boy, and I gladly agreed. So we started chatting, and the boy eagerly told me that he wanted to go up to the office's security guard (who he believed was a policeman), steal his gun, kill him, and take his car. I was horrified, and told the little boy that this was a terrible thing to say. He argued, "But we have to kill him! He has a gun! He can shoot us!" The boy's mother looked over from the bullet-proof glass and said with a shrug and wry smile, "It's all those video games he plays." Apparently, the four-year-old was playing Grand Theft Auto, and learning quickly to steal and kill, and that policemen were the enemy. I'm terrified to think of what this boy does on his school's playground. Moral of story: careful the things you say. Children will listen.