HYSTERIA in AMERICA

         

            I was thinking back about things, and the happenings in Littleton, CO came to mind. It seems like ever since that school got shot up, the panic button has been locked down, and the indicator light is so bright it is starting to attract moths, but I digress. I really can’t blame the Trench Coat Mafia for doing what they did. In fact, I’m glad those jocks were shot. Let that be a warning shot across the bow of the Ship of Fools. The Mafia pushed back because they felt like they were being pushed, went postal, and those of us left had to be a witness to media feeding frenzy.

            I can understand where these kids came from. I felt alienated at that age. Hell, I still feel alienated, as I’m sure many of you had, or have, feelings like that. I wanted revenge, too, but I was more selective in the way I went about getting mine. In the Mafia’s nihilistic wake, media vultures picked all media outlets clear to the arthritis addled bone.

            All of a sudden, everyone had an opinion. The friends and families of those involved on both sides of the guns went through enough in those rough days in that April, and the media didn’t help things.

            Pop psychologists were blaming video games, the Net, and Marilyn Manson. That rotten hack Tom Brokaw was standing in the snow, yellow hopefully, asking why and how this happened. Jackoff liberals were calling for more gun laws, if not banning them outright. “Educators” said school uniforms were the answer. I’m here to tell you the truth.

            Sesame Street, Candy Land, and Bobby Darrin couldn’t have stopped these two. Thinking they could’ve is like putting Bill Clinton in charge of a truth in advertising campaign.  Gun laws? Ever hear of a knife? School uniforms? How are we supposed to pick out the “troubled” if everyone looks the same? Thanks to psychobabble, we don’t even know who is about to go postal anymore, but I’m digressing again. If anything, this case proves why kids should carry guns to school. At least, then, they could shoot back.

            When the bombs were found, people were asking “What were these kids doing having access to those materials?” So now there should be a waiting period to buy things from Home Depot? Should we also fingerprint people who want to buy kerosene tanks?

            People are still asking when and where it will end. It won’t, and no amount of get-in-touch-with-your-feelings, anger management, hugs heal thinking will make the problem(s) go away. Putting a fucking Band-Aid on the problem(s) will not help things because pus from the infected gash will still find a way to the surface. High school is an established culture, and no amount of tolerance preaching will make the prejudices there go away.

            So now we’re in another strange time. We’re still reeling from the savagery that happened on 9/11. True, what happened was something to make all stomachs bottom out like a bad Chevy does going over railroad tracks, but that’s still no reason to go into hysterics. It’s gotten to the point where some thing like baby powder is suspected of being Anthrax. On N.J. Transit trains, there are posters telling people not to eat doughnuts with powdered sugar on them because someone might misinterpret it as being something else. People are worrying about unattended bags now, too. Folks, can we please get back to our regularly scheduled lives? I know these are interesting times we are in, and a lot of people are edgier than Oprah Winfrey after she ate the last of the Little Debbies, but that is still no reason to go further down the cracked toilet known as life. We need cool heads, and that good old fashioned wayward son known as rational thinking needs to be welcomed back to the dinner table.

            So where do we go? I’ll be honest, folks. I’m not so sure myself. All I can do is worry about the things that affect me, and I also recommend, in getting back to the high school shooting bit, wearing a bulletproof vest to homeroom, and packing a .380. It looks we’re going to be in for a long day.