this is about a boy, a boy who is fearful of the state of the union, a boy who can no longer stand idly by and watch one quarter of the world crumble. a boy named *** who feels compelled to scream out at the top of his lungs,"FUCK YOU ALL! CANT YOU SEE?!?!" its about that. and its about time...for him to make a change. for *** to become something greater. a leader. a hero.
at least thats how he'd like to be. or be seen as- a serious contender in the commune. a freedom fighter like in the picture books he buries his head in whenever his mundane life allows him to. but he cant change. he's tried before to be like the rest of THEM, the mindless daytripping fools rat-racing in their hamster wheels, the thick necked jock fucks in constant need of daddies approval and love, the vanity set, the j crew cataloged, the drug addled dips and hippy chicks. none of them were accepting of him, he was simply too aggressive, too intense, too ugly, too weird. so in turn he figured to become a martyr for the psychotic and the wayward. he figured he'd introduce himself to the world in a cold and lifeless manner.
so like an emotionally challenged little boy, he began to plot and scheme. stockpiling ammunition, gathering tools, watching, learning. and no-one saw the signs. the world was helpless to this maniac, this predator who walked among us, who with every ounce of his being tried to terrify and frighten. he instead came off as a sad poster child for mental disease, and a pussy. he terrified alright. terrified a nation to the alarmingly laissez faire attitude of this fucking hill billy country when it comes to gun laws.
my only wish was that *** turned the gun on himself before he turned it on others. that would have made him the martyr he so desperately wanted to become. seeking professional help on the other hand would have turned him into a hero. its about time... to seriously study the image in the mirrors within ourselves. is the reflection staring back at you smiling? laughing? crying? or is it lifeless? trapped? angry? its about time we looked at mental disease in this country in a manner befitting the seriousness of its effects on its host, on its possible effects on society.
how can we stop this madness before it happens again? and why does the government look at these acts of violence as rare one off's of a disillusioned and tortured soul, and not as the acts of terrorism that they are. why do we do nothing? why do we continue about on our daily routines as if nothing has ever happened. 33 people are dead. and all we can give a fuck about is sanjaya or britney or paris or who gives a fuck all else. god bless america. land of the ignorant. home of the ineffectual.