Sociopath School Shooter Salad:
First you take deviant teenagers with hormonal imbalances and an inflated sense of self importance that borders on narcissism.
Toss in their desperate need to seek out attention whether it be positive or negative, a warped sense of unjustified entitlement in a world that refuses to go along for the ride.
Mix with a pathetic built in excuse from their upbringing (sexual abuse, bullying, lack of affection, poverty…whatever).
Sprinkle example (Columbine) after example (Virginia Tech) after example (University of Texas) after example (Westside Middle School) of those that have paved the deranged way for these impulsive little sociopaths.
The little bastards probably beat off to pictures of Dylan Klebold dressed in black with a pool of blood surrounding his ugly head while Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy” plays over and over ad infinitum.
The focus of the media and all of her sycophantic followers (of which group I freely admit belonging to) is on the sensational and shocking thrill killing of the day week month etc. The antihero perpetrators of these terrible deeds are made immediately infamous.
Remember that need for attention I pointed out above? Infamy is attention. There is a gratifying payoff in the form of the surrounding hoopla and intense, (albeit temporary) microscopic scrutiny to which we subject these doomed children of a lost generation to after they commit these senseless crimes, and it is apparently a sufficient trade off for their lives.
The bright light is focused on these losers in an effort to answer the unanswerable question (WHAT COULD WE HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?)
Sad that in this day and age, 15 minutes of infamy is more then enough to provide these former nobodies all the evidence they need to believe that they have made their mark and will go down in history.
Apparently no one these days sees the forest through the trees. The outlook for mankind as a whole is not the brightest in my opinion.
Is anyone else sick to death of this shit? There is no end in sight. Its really all a bit of a self fulfilling prophecy if you ask me. Kind of a psycho salad.