And Let the Parade Begin
Oh boy, what a time we are having now. In the wake of the Columbine shooting, politicians who are "sickened and appalled" by the tradegy are popping up like new religions in California. Not only that, but they are placing the blame on everyone, from the entertainment community, to the gun manufactures, to mothers who breast-feed their babies. Of course, when Bill "The Patron Saint of Morality" Clinton begins to give sermon about morals, you want to just beat him like a red-headed step child.
Also, where do these politicians get off trying to regulate the gun and entertainment industries? Isn't that alot like biting the hand that feeds you? I mean, come on, you're pissing off the people who bought you your car, your house, and your wife. Even though politicians have never been known for their intelligence, they have to know enough that if you kill the cow, it isn't going to give anymore milk.
But you see, no one can accept responsibility for what happened. I swear, right before this incident occured, their parents were showing some of the friends around their house, came to the second floor and said, "...and that is where our sons lives. We don't actually know if he's still here, but we put his meals at the top of the steps and they're gone the next day..." It is people like that that cause me to commit justifiable homicide.
Though the entertainment industry isn't all the victim here either. When someone claims that they don't sell violence to teen-agers, and then comes out with a game in which the object is to blow the hell out of more people then a 40 year old hooker has in her lifetime, I don't know, is it just me, or does someone sound like they are lieing.
And yet, you can't fault them, because they are only providing what people want. I enjoy nothing better then mutilating a friend of mine in one of many F.P.S., emptying another round into their still twitching body, and then going out to hunt more victims. Does this make me a psychopath? Well, yes, however, no more psychopathic than the "Crazy Dave", the man who stands on the street corner and sells you small pieces of his own feces in the shapes of various world monuments, for only five dollars apiece. And he seems well liked.
But even scarier than all this are the words of one man, "if we weren't watching", Hollywood wouldn't show it, and "if we wanted great positive entertainment for our children and we watched it, that's where the ads would be [and] where the industry would be." And who is the one sane voice in this plethora of mindless gibberish and idiotic actions? Who could spout forth such prophetic words? The answer is...Ross Perot. Now that is scary.