Good lord it's easy to piss people off these days. I mean, granted, writing something of that caliber while the smokes still hanging over V-tech shows a supreme lack of tact, but it was the assignment, and he did it. I wrote some bizarre and morbid material myself in my creative writing classes and never saw any graff for it. In fact, some of them were among the better ones I turned in, because it's what I know, and well...it had a point. I'd like to actually read the whole thing, I don't exactly trust disjointed snippets and media spin, but from what they showed of his paper...Meh. Just seemed a bit, well....####ty. I guess I shouldn't be passing judgement on the kids writing but come on, it's just cookie-cutter death metal lyrical content with something a little more relevant and recent thrown in to piss off whoever's looking to be mad. To call it some kind of precursor to a school shooting is a little over the top, though. Bret Easton Ellis wrote American Psycho, yet he's not in jail for murdering droves of prostitutes, just like this kid probably won't end up in jail on homicide. There are lines between fiction and reality and honestly...who here wouldn't have some kid in mind if they'd heard back in high school that the place got shot up? There are signs, and at V-tech everyone ignored them. And I wonder who sold a gun to a kid with a history of mental illness and problems with stalking? Oh, yeah, virginia's not really down with the mandatory background checks. Go figure. We don't need better gun control laws or anything like that, keep your guns, I'll keep mine, we just need merchants to show a bit of sense. If you can't catch that sort of vibe from a person who's pretty obviously cracked than maybe you're in the wrong business, man. I'd hate to be guy sitting on a couple hundred bucks of blood money, legitimate dealer or not. Maybe there's something I'm missing, and if so, I'd like to have my facts straight, but seems like it's relatively easy to come by firearms, licitly or non, and kids die. At v-tech, at wa-wa and the Landings and anywhere else in my hometown that ten years ago was a pretty great place to live. It still is, but man, the hell happenned to the park? I worry more about armed idiots down here with something to prove than I ever really did living in Brawltimore. Thugs down here think they're the hardest thing since Pablo Escobar, and will go to very stupid lengthes to make sure you know. The only thing harder than a St Mary's County thug is apparently passing high school.
