did some research
so this evening i was browsing the internet, and i came across the old news stuff on the columbine shootings. i also read a detailed minute-by-minute from when the two shooters woke up until the swat team secured the area of the school. The acts were pretty tame by the iraqwar's standards...but something shook me harder than reading about whats going on in the street shoot-outs in iraq. just the complete...horror of those two sick fucks shook me deep. the complete ignorance of respect for human lives and firearms angered me to my core.
After firing over 500 rounds of ammunition, detonating over 100 pounds of explosives, killing 15, wounding many dozens, stripping devout families of beloved children, and costing the gorvernment hundreds of thousands in damage and shock, the only decent act mister Klebold and Mister Harris did on that sunny mid-day, was point the twelve guage sawed off double barrel shotgun in their mouthes and decapatate themselves.
A month before the shooting, Harri wrote a journal entry talking about the acts he planned to commit, his weapons, etc. In the end, he talks about how he hates the ones who never invited him anywhere, how he hates how they had his number, heard him ask if he could join them, and how they 'didnt want that weird eric harris kid around' and he writes the final sentence.
"No, they didnt want me around. hell fucking nooooo."
The last written words of a self proclaimed god are not words of power or magnitude, but are words of a lonely, depressed geek.
After firing over 500 rounds of ammunition, detonating over 100 pounds of explosives, killing 15, wounding many dozens, stripping devout families of beloved children, and costing the gorvernment hundreds of thousands in damage and shock, the only decent act mister Klebold and Mister Harris did on that sunny mid-day, was point the twelve guage sawed off double barrel shotgun in their mouthes and decapatate themselves.
A month before the shooting, Harri wrote a journal entry talking about the acts he planned to commit, his weapons, etc. In the end, he talks about how he hates the ones who never invited him anywhere, how he hates how they had his number, heard him ask if he could join them, and how they 'didnt want that weird eric harris kid around' and he writes the final sentence.
"No, they didnt want me around. hell fucking nooooo."
The last written words of a self proclaimed god are not words of power or magnitude, but are words of a lonely, depressed geek.