Sodini
Sodini can rot in hell. Everytime I hear one of these stories, I just feel sad and diminished. A nasty, anti-social little man decides he has had enough, and acts out his juvenile revenge fantasy on people who never met him, and had no reason to know of his troubles.
It seems little different from the nutbags who shoot up schools, churches, or shopping malls. These people seem to feel entitled to love, respect, and praise simple by dint of being alive. Heaven forbid they should take a look at their own actions, their own behavior! God forbid they not be a victim.
Have you noticed that everytime one of the people leaves his putrid little 'manifesto' behind, it is always, always about 'taking it back'? As if they are poor little martyrs, struggling against the oppressive weight of a world that exists only to crush them down, and at the end, they arise, phoenix-like, and wreak their revenge upon their oppressors, as some great hero of old, and all wrongs are righted! Hooray!!
Yeah right. What I find telling, is that these so-called 'heroes' always kill themselves at the end. It offers me a little comfort to imagine what it must be like for them, standing amidst broken bodies, smoke still rising from overheated gun barrels, and have to face, for just one moment, the true horror of what they are, and what they have done, and just how little it means. They have thrown away every chance they ever had at sympathy, of help, and all that is left is pain, suffering, and unblinking eye of the gun barrel, as they close thier mouth around it, and act the coward one last time.
Burn well, Sodini, burn well.
It seems little different from the nutbags who shoot up schools, churches, or shopping malls. These people seem to feel entitled to love, respect, and praise simple by dint of being alive. Heaven forbid they should take a look at their own actions, their own behavior! God forbid they not be a victim.
Have you noticed that everytime one of the people leaves his putrid little 'manifesto' behind, it is always, always about 'taking it back'? As if they are poor little martyrs, struggling against the oppressive weight of a world that exists only to crush them down, and at the end, they arise, phoenix-like, and wreak their revenge upon their oppressors, as some great hero of old, and all wrongs are righted! Hooray!!
Yeah right. What I find telling, is that these so-called 'heroes' always kill themselves at the end. It offers me a little comfort to imagine what it must be like for them, standing amidst broken bodies, smoke still rising from overheated gun barrels, and have to face, for just one moment, the true horror of what they are, and what they have done, and just how little it means. They have thrown away every chance they ever had at sympathy, of help, and all that is left is pain, suffering, and unblinking eye of the gun barrel, as they close thier mouth around it, and act the coward one last time.
Burn well, Sodini, burn well.