Wednesday, April 18, 2007

April Is The Cruelest Month

No shit T.S. Eliot. No shit.

Over 30 kids. Hell, and I thought Brenda Spencer didn’t like Mondays.

Ba-da boom – insert mental rim shot here-

Yes, It is way to soon to soon to make jokes, even the obscure ones. Please forgive me. I think that everyone should work through their grief, anger and loss in best manner that they can and sick humor is how I cope. Usually I have the decency to keep my twisted thoughts to myself but in this case, decency be damned.

The grief and loss experienced by the parents, friends and families of the victims has to be completely overwhelming. My thoughts and prayers- if an agnostic bastard can be allowed to have prayers - are with them.

The mainstream media will continue to report every little detail of the killer’s life that they can dig up. That isn’t going to help anyone get through this experience or understand the motives behind it. I have just found out that he decided to help them by sending a collection of videos and a manifesto to NBC.

Gee, thanks kid. I guess you thought it was the best way to maximize your exposure. Now through the magic of television and the Internet, you can point your guns at the rest of us.

But I can laugh; and one day the survivors can laugh again. One day the parents, friends and families of the slain will laugh again. Once the numbness fades and the media circus leaves town, the survivors will begin to heal and will be “stronger in the broken places” as Hemingway once said.

Maybe in twenty years or so, your name will be almost completely forgotten until a wise ass like myself will make mention of you as a crude joke referencing the latest massacre of the day – but probably not. The Boomtown Rats aren’t likely to record a follow-up.


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