Well, here we are, again. Mass murders are getting to be the norm. The United Guns is in the Business of War, that is how we keep the delusions of grandeur going. Oh, yes, delusions -- we are broke -- morally bankrupt. Oh, not because of gays, like the Westboro Baptists, and Right Wing crazies would like you to believe. Live by the sword, die by the sword. We make guns, bullets, bombs, knives, drones, missiles, nukes, biological weapons. We make Games for killing, smashing, bombing, torture, annihilation, kids play them, our soldiers play them. Somewhere in a beautiful mountain state, miles from any war zone a guy goes into a booth, and directs slaughter half a world away, and goes on break to have a beer, pizza, and a candy bar. We wait in the cold, in tents, on the sidewalk, for the latest violent video game, movie, mixed martial arts blood fest. We are addicted to blood violence. A drone, half a world away, may wipe out an entire generational family, by a simple error, and no one even notices, so now it comes home to roost.
A young man, really a boy, sits day after day with little to do. His options are very limited, he is not prepared to go out into the world -- oh he is brilliant, a social reject, a potential Einstein, Van Gogh (with no Iris's to paint), a Beethoven with no music, an Edison with no laboratory. Maybe even a Arthur Rimbaud, without his Paul Verlaine, alone and confused with his protective and over-bearing mother -- worried that he may be something of an embarrassment, but keeps him safely caged in his imaginary world.
What to do with an erratic man/child, brilliant, but so isolated. Flatter him with violence, just like we do ourselves, with our games, movies, and drones. Oh, are we the brilliant, dysfunctional, man/child, who tirades on the Radio, stops the Government at will, wants more gagets of mass destruction, wants a pipeline filled concoction of synthetic dinosaur slime running through the veins of Corporate Personhood. How about another Walmart, McDonalds, housing development on prime farm ground, another well to frack into a barrier that has separated ancient water from toxic goo for eons.
So, we look under every rock to find the evil of this, when it is in our billfolds. Sex sells, elections sell, dinosaur blubber sells, guns sell, bombs sell, violence sells, church sells, politicians sell, medicine sells, death sells. So death on wings of illusion, delusion, comes to steal our babes.
Fast and Furious is the name of the game, we sell death.