it's an awful thing that happened, but i enjoy hearing peoples uninsightful comments on the event as much as i enjoy eating stale, moldy bread. nothing new is being said anymore, which is why i've gone on hiatus from my usual online newspaper reading.
and forget the news channels on tv, striving to keep us riveted by way of fear and shock -- so dutifully carrying out the shooter's dying wish. i'm sure he's saying thank you from wherever he is. after all, he didn't send his pathetic, self-loathing footage to nbc to help psychologists learn more about school shooters. he meant to be a celebrity, and now he is one. his ugly face is everywhere, tattooed into our brains against our will, given more attention in the past couple of days than brangelina. you're welcome, says nbc.
the way our news and media functions in this country, it's like we live in a soap opera. we're an entire society of debbie downers, a great big cafeteria table filled with middle school girls. grow up. i beg you.
something we could focus on is the next one that will happen, rather than the last one. there have to be ways to make it more difficult, even unappealing, for the "troubled" young men of the world to do this.
first of all, it doesn't take a genius to decide it may have been a bad idea to sell a glock to a man with a stained mental health record, but only 17 states even include mental health status in the background information provided when selling firearms. as you can guess, virginia wasn't one of them.
of course, one might argue that a crazy korean man may need a glock for his weekends up north in the deerstand during hunting season.
secondly, a lockdown of the school after the first shooting would have prevented a majority of the deaths. bottom line. no arguments, no excuses.
i won't continue, considering i've both complained about hearing people's opinions and expressed my own. pretty hypocritical. i guess it's too tempting. maybe we're all just trying to reconcile this whole thing in our heads with explanations or solutions.
in the meantime, what that guy would not have wanted us to do is continue living our lives, loving the people around us and enjoying what we have -- being the privelaged snobs he thought us to be, with our smiles and our debauchery. so go on, drink your vodka. kiss, hug, pamper the people you care about, pamper yourself. show your teeth, intoxicate yourself and others with happiness. that seemed to be what pissed him off the most. so that's what i plan to do. live, love and be happy. cheers.
PEACE.
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