Well, another sicko caved in from the weight of his own shit-for brains yesterday, killed a bunch of innocent people at his school, Virginia Tech, and blamed the carnage on anyone but himself. "You caused me to do this," he said in a note left behind, although it wasn't clear from the ABC report I read who exactly he thought was at fault.
I am sickened by this. Massacres like this happen far too often. Once is too often. The loonies out there will now be calling for yet more gun control, as if restricting guns is going to prevent any similarly idiotic behaviour in the future. It won't help. Teaching our young how to suck it up and be strong would help. Teaching our kids to stop whining, to stop using the "woe is me, I can't help the fact that I am a useless sack of shit," excuse for doing every idiotic thing that pops into their tiny little brains, would help.
I tell my son: "life is tough, kid. get used to it."
He and I had a long talk yesterday as the drama unfolded in Virginia. His high school had drills about this very sort of possibility last week, starting with mock attack announcements over the public address system and followed by a full-scale lock down. I was in his grade, grade nine, in 1959. We never heard of such a thing as a school invasion and massacre. I don't imagine you did either. Were our lives easier than the lives of kids today? I don't think so. Mine surely wasn't. I don't imagine yours was either.
Why didn't you or I go out and shoot up our schools when we were upset about something? There was scarcely a home anywhere that didn't have at least one gun in it, often loaded and standing in a closet or hanging on a wall. It never would have occurred to us. We were taught to be strong, to accept responsibility, to tough it out, to cope with our problems, to respect life.
Too many parents today don't spend enough time with their kids. Everything, anything, is more important than interacting with the kids: committees, church, friends, work. Kids aren't taught values. They aren't taught that there is a real difference between right and wrong. They are taught to 'follow their hearts,' and do what 'feels right.'
Where has that got us?
I told my son yesterday that in a situation where he might be confronted by a madman with a gun, or explosives taped to his body, or knife in hand, or swinging a baseball bat, he might as well consider himself already dead. You can't reason with a madman. You cannot plead for your life with someone who doesn't value life. You cannot expect the police to come and save you. They can only react, almost always when it is already too late. The only thing you can do is try to stay out of the way, if that is at all possible, or if you come face to face with the son of a bitch, try to take him down.
I hope none of our children ever has to face what the kids at Virginia Tech faced yesterday. Those who died will never get to graduate, have kids of their own, or ever tell their parents again that they loved them. The students who survived will never be the same. How could they be? And the parents of the kids who died. . . how will they ever cope with their loss?
There are times when I am ashamed to be part of the human race.