With the advent of the seeming rash of active shooters many solutions have been forwarded in an effort to explain the reasons behind these events. I came upon the security cameras that recorded Columbine and frankly it was an eye opener. I’m not normally set back by stupidity, or violence, and this was no different, but I paid particular attention to what the two boys were saying while they worked their way through the school. In an almost sadistic comedy they taunted the victims as they killed them with no more involvement than playing a video game. As one girl bled out on the floor one of the killers joked, “I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up.”
This lack of sympathy was Columbine’s message to the world, and it’s not a new message, in fact it’s very old, almost from the dawn of humanity. As I have said before we all have a God hole somewhere in our head, or in this case a non-God hole. This trait seeks to make sense of the nonsensical. Basically, the human mind will glom onto almost anything that at least tries to connect the dots. What seems insane to the rest of us makes perfect sense to the adherents of which ever philosophy is employed at the time.
There are rules in life. Sometimes real rules, dealing with real problems, sometimes rules that just connect dots that don’t matter at all. Take for instance three little boys playing some child’s card game. I don’t care which game, any game, but they don’t even have to speak the same language so long as the rules of the game are followed. Ask yourself, does that make it true? Do Masons with secret handshakes, or Boy Scouts winning a merit badge, or two kids killing fellow students, a young Kamikazi pilot crashing his plane into a ship, or Muslim blowing himself and others up make it true in any way?
When everyone around them was dead the two knelt and actually debated if they should count, “One, two, three,” and then blow their brains out, or just “One, two.” That’s no crazier than the young Japanese pilot crashing into an aircraft carrier. Young, unseasoned minds do stupid things. Just imagine how many wars we’d have if it were mandatory that all soldiers had to be sixty years and older.
The solution to Columbine, and other events is not easy, and it’s not a one size fits all either. First and foremost it is mental, and it’s not new. Gun control will not fix this, other than constitutional carry where when this happens there is a better chance for a lower body count. I sure hate to be the one to tell you liberals that, but it’s the truth. When someone chooses to follow this bloody pie in the sky they are beyond help and you must kill them. What all these groups I’ve named above are following is religious fervor. Yes, that’s right. Following a light that no one except them can see, and the closer they get to that light the more blind they become. That’s what makes a healthy young man murder a pretty girl at a high school.
First we must have a fully armed society. Now, if you don’t want to arm yourself, ok, but I’m not going to die with you for your liberal ideas. Just get out of my way, and I’ll upset your little Pollyanna world view. At the day’s end I’ll be having a beer, and the killer will be having formaldehyde. Second, these people will never go away. What we have to do it make these rampages not so cost effective. The killers knew they would be safe for a while. Why don’t mass killers attack police stations? Cause the cops got guns, that’s why. If teachers had guns they would not have strolled around Columbine as if it were a walk in the park if there was a possibility of death waiting behind the next door.
Third, devoid yourself of sympathy and understanding. People who act like this need to die, and they need to die fast. Don’t feel sorry for them. If they don’t off themselves the police need to summarily execute them before CNN arrives so all the conspiracy people can puzzle over it for years. But, remember, these people have always been out there, and will always be out there. Don’t throw your hoe away just because you’re mad at the potatoes. Don’t throw your guns away just because some nut comes into your classroom. I will never forget the sound of that young girl begging for her life. If I’d had a clear shot at that punk it wouldn’t have been a head shot. It would have been a little lower, between his legs because I’d want him to scream for the rest of his short, miserable life. But, I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin so what do I know?
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