it's only been one day, but screw it, i'm gonna talk about it anyway. it's not like i'm going to wait after a grieving period. there's no grieving. no one was killed, except the little 14yo fucker. i say let the trauma set in and move on. "code blue." that is what was said on the loud speaker in that school. "code blue." students understood what it meant. that means that at some point, that school's administration thought it was a good idea to tell the kids that they can summarize all of their worst school fears, aside from finding out that the special ingredient in their chocolate pudding was asbestos, into one happy little package consisting of only two words. that seems very appropriate, don't you think?
high school has been only in for one fucking month. this fuckhead freshman pussyassed bitch... oh come on. "oh, don't speak ill of the dead. it's not nice." fuck you, shooting people isn't nice either. besides, there is no better time to diminish someone than after they're dead. the kid was 14. that means he was a freshman only one month into high school. apparently, that was enough time for him to get suspended for cursing out teachers and bringing two guns to school. he was suspended. i'm not talking about earlier in the school year. his suspension was in effect fucking yesterday. you know that a kid is fucked up when he consciously decides to go back to school while he is suspended. little red flags should go off in the parents' heads, unless they're fucking stupid and thought he was remorseful for his suspension and wanted to go back.
news reports i've read said he was a marylin manson fan, wearing a manson t-shirt while he decided to "let off a little steam in the hallways". boys and girls, this is what happens when you don't have a constructive hobby. if you spend enough time reading or listening to something without any other outside stimulus, that becomes your world. just look at islamic terrorists. they are a group of people who refuse to get a creative hobby. all that can comfort them from their lack of creativity is religion... and sand. i'm not a geologist, but i'm pretty sure that sand has nothing to offer besides itching your asscrack on a constant basis. can't even get a hobby making a fucking sandcastle 'cause there isn't any water. all that's left is religion. yes, i'm comparing asa... ha ha! his name was asa! i'm comparing asa to a terrorist. of all of my bullshit comparisons i've made in this shit that i write, that last one is probably the most accurate. he found something interesting, like manson's music, and blew it way out of proportion without understanding the context. hell, i'm even sure that if he listened to nothing but billy joel night and day, he'd start to think that brenda and eddie were telling him that satan lived in his penis and that he should cut it off. in summation for this paragraph, GET A FUCKING HOBBY!!!
and now, the beautiful part: he didn't kill anyone, but he did decide to kill himself. i'm sorry, but that's just fucking hilarious! he was such a little fuckup, he couldn't even get the fucking job done before his "premature evacuation," as i call it. what a little goth pussy. not only was he coward enough to take his frustrations off in a murderous rage, but he didn't even murder anyone. i can't even think of a joke or analogy to follow that up because it's so retarded. reader participation: please think of one. he failed at failure. further evidence that god does not want stupid people to reproduce.
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