I don't even know where to begin with these fucks.
A growing body of entitled, sex-deprived, angry losers with no future. Add a book of verse they can spawn fucked-up interpretations from and it's like a recipe for instant Taliban.
The pickup artists were bad enough.
I'm hoping we survive as a species long enough to overwrite some of this fucked up legacy code.
Going deeper, what these attacks really remind me of? The congressional baseball shooter. Some poor fuckhead who doesn't see anything to live for deciding to take a couple of his perceived tormentors with him.
The alternate universe writer in me wonders if we couldn't have blunted this with a draft after 9/11. Filling sandbags in a third world shithole sucks, but it's a better use of that energy than plowing into traffic with a van. (I don't advocate such a thing, then or now. But I do wonder).
Going even deeper, I think we're going to see a rise in murder-suicides and mass murder-suicides in the next decade. We've got what looks like at least two full generations who, in a political, economic, social, and emotional sense, were sold a bill of goods. And every day it sinks in to more and more people.
That's a fuckton of despair floating around.
Our violent crime rate is half of what it was 20 years ago, but suicides are at a 30-year high.
I think we're going to see more and more people decide not to go quietly into the night but to take some of those they blame for it with them.
I really, really fucking hope I'm wrong.