Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. - Thomas Edison
Regrettably, the 24 hour news cycle and competition to get the scoop only increases the sensationalization of these acts, prompting the next nut job to up the ante. The news story changed by the minute with conflicting "facts" flying left and right.The school had good security, recently initiated by the principal who was killed first. How the guy walked in there wearing all black and body armor is a mystery, but he was let in.With determination on the part of a psychopath, there's nothing you can do to eliminate evil like this. Take away the glamour of sensational killings and maybe the violence will subside. In placing the blame, who's to say that the extreme violence portrayed in movies and in video games aren't as guilty as access, legal or illegal, to a gun? You can't outlaw everything, but it's whatever drove this individual to commit the act that's at fault . . . mental illness, social maladjustment, pick your poison. The gun was just convenient, but for someone who snaps, the lack of one isn't likely a deterrent. The mother who bought them (and paid with a shot to the face) should've kept them locked up, and with a nut for a son, should've had the sense to not keep them around.
I think it's all the damn drugs doctors put kids on. He's acting up, here take this, he'll calm down. feeling a bit sad because nobody plays with you at school?, oh here johnny -take some anti depressants. And we have a diagnosis for every feeling /act /condition - You must be bipolar because you have mood swings. what!? really? parents need to break a foot off in their kids asses more than take them to a doctor.. . .if what we are reading is true, the family KNEW this kid had issues and wtf was the mother doing with weapons in the home? I don't care if she loved firearms, she needed to use some common sense and keep them elsewhere. that is being irresponsible. so sad for these parents and kids, excited for Christmas and now this will haunt them forever. I could not imagine coming home and seeing their little shoes next to the door, knowing they will never be worn again. I would probably go tackle a train. . .