"This doesn't happen in small towns, and all of a sudden you begin to understand that you really do have the same problems in some of these small towns you have in other parts of the country."
Why do people always say "this doesn't happen in places like this" or some other conveyance of surprise at violence occurring in their quaint little town? When is it going to sink into people's skulls that there are crazy, evil, sick fucks living in every nook and cranny of the world? I mean do people really and truly honestly believe in the deepest crevices of their hearts that their hometown is somehow exempt from tragedy just on the merits of its rural quaintness and tranquility?
This past week has been disheartening to say the least. Two days in a row, a disgusting, vile, pathetic excuse for a human being woke up, got out of bed, and thought, "You know what? Today would be a good day to shoot a bunch of people for no good reason." I don't care what anybody says. Evil does exist. Nobody can defend the acts of the Alabama gunman. Nobody can defend the acts of the German gunman. And yet, what I find instead of outright disgust and fury over heinous and reprehensible behavior, is a bunch of people whining about guns. Yeah, because guns are the problem. Let's blame guns - inanimate objects. Is it somehow easier for us to condemn objects than people? For once, just once, I would love to read this in the paper:
Today an abhorrent, detestable, piece of shit person who is reported to have a tiny dick murdered 10 people in cold blood. We aren't even going to mention this piece of shit's name because he doesn't deserve the notoriety or even the speck of interest or deference the reporting of his name would be showing him.
Sometimes when people commit these horrendous acts, I hear this, "Why didn't he just kill himself? Why did he have to kill all those innocent people?" Well, my guess is this: Infamy. Think about it. If you're a loser in life, no money, no friends, no respect and you're a sociopathic monster, why not kill a bunch of people? You get the attention in death that you never got in life. I think some of these sick fucks watch the news and see how much attention these other wastes of space get in the media, and think, "I want that. I want that to be me." I once read, and I'm not sure where or if it's true, that years ago some news reporters felt it was actually irresponsible to report the names of people who committed terrible acts. I tend to agree with this. Who cares who they were? Who cares what music they listened to? Who cares about their insane rambling manifestos? These shitbags deserve nothing short of obscurity.
I'm not completely heartless. I feel bad for the families of these horrendous people. But the truth is, if I had a family member who went on a fucking shooting spree I would prefer that their name not be released either. And I can't help but think that granting a modicum of attention to these fuckers only serves to give incentive to other crazies out there. In a weird way, our media glamorizes murder. They use it as entertainment. But this isn't a horror movie we're watching. This is real life, real blood, real tears, real people lost forever.
I'm not going to get into some serious treatise about gun control. I don't own a gun. I don't want one. And I certainly can see why some people have a problem with the fact that people can buy these tools of destruction at K-Mart after a 3 day "waiting" period. I certainly don't believe that an average citizen has any need for a semi-automatic weapon. My issue with "gun control" is that people are delusional enough to actually believe that if we made guns illegal then that would mean that it would be impossible to get one. Heroin is illegal. And guess what? It's not that hard to come by. Illegalizing guns would simply mean that only the military, law enforcement, and criminals could have one. That would suck for average Joe Citizen standing all alone behind the counter at the mini-mart on a Saturday night.
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