While writing this kind of shit will only depress farther those with similar situation and motive, and afterwards bitching about the horror wouldn’t make a difference. I REALLY feel bad for this kid and his consequences [his victims].

The moral of this incident is to stand against mental disorders, it takes many victims and kills them inside, and then things like this happen. So, stop thinking with your eyes and use your brain, you will save many.

“Who are you to judge? You’re not God!”
-Neither is Robert, but he still deigned to judge innocents as part of some grand evil scheme and decided to take their lives from them.

“You don’t know what he’s been through! He’s had a tough life!”
-Haven’t we all? And I’m sure there are people who have tougher lives than him, such as people in 3rd world countries, but they do their damndest to try and make things better.

“If you want to stop violence, open up the door and let us outcasts in.”
-Obviously since you’re referring to things in the plural (us outcasts), you’re not really alone so why do you desparately want to be a part of a society that you feel doesn’t want you? And if you’re the type to throw a violent tantrum over some perceived slight (as you indirectly threatened in that comment), then maybe we’re better off without you anyway.

Idiots.

Let’s see in college, first week at a freshman mixer, I asked a girl for a dance and she rudely turned me down. Did I kill her? No. Did I plot my revenge? No. I merely asked God to give me the chance and left it at that. Five yeras later (Northeastern is a 5 year school) she needed help in the computer room and I was it. She opened her shirt enough to capture any striaght man’s attention, but I remembered the face and treated her as rudely as I was treated slo long ago.

I had a roomate who tried to make me pay for his job search. With my other roomate we figured what we really owed him and sent him the money in nickels and dimes. My other roomate and I went out and found the most disgusting porno mag we could find – fat (300+ pound) naked women who though that they were gorgious and used the pictures for packing material. Has so much fun!

My wide’s tenant trashed her house. The pigs left behind some mail – from bill collectors. I held onto the mail (never opened it) and when I got their address, I put the origional letter in a bigger envelope along with the tenants’ new address.

My X-wife had decided to use my address without my consent to do some business. Her 3rd husband would stop by my house and sort thru my mail before I got home. I put a locking mail box on the house…..

As a kid my father was famous for being one of the meanest. I got my share of beatings on the ass and a few bloody lips when I made the mistake of not accepting my punishment.

I was assaulted twice by school teachers, yet there was never a mention to my parents. I also hit two other teachers in school – not even a trip to the principal’s office…

I was picked on as a kid – I was the tall whimp. My mother would not let me take karate because it was “Satanic” and I had a bad temper (funny the first thing they teach one is how to control anger)

So have I killed anyone yet? NO. Plan to? No. Want to? Not really. Would? Yes,
1. If I am drafted in the service
2. If me or my loved ones are threatened
3. If some scumbag steps out of line and becomes a threat to someone innocent (two drug dealers killing eachother is a spectaor sport..)
4. Someone commits a crimes and tries to get away with it (I made page 2 headlines apprehending a drunk driver)

Not only have I not killed anyone with such a hard life, I’ve actually pulled one person from the side of a building (forceably), tried to bring another person to rehab, and called police when I saw someone standing at the edge of a bridge.

So I could go on about why I should be a physco path, or how great of a person I am because I am not or count the many blessings I have in my life
1. A wife that loves both me and my daughter (no easy task)
2. An old house in a city where they know how to leave the good guys alone. (Where my X livesthe building inspector will walk up and look in your windows if he suspects you are doing any work in the house withoutthe proper permits)
3. Parents who gave me a hand, but also pissed me off when they felt I was asking for a handout.
4. A job which I sould get back to!

Victims of being teenagers who aren’t capable of understanding that everything isn’t huge and important and end of the world. Of not being able to see that maybe tomorrow, next week, next month, next year… that things will be different and will not feel the same.

I remember being a teenager and not being able to see much beyond what I was feeling right THEN.

Which was my whole point in comments to pedo-Max…. that it is a very good reason to not allow adults to have relationships with children and teens.

Because most of us grow up and realize that the things we think are so devastating won’t feel the same next week.

Children don’t need the ‘right’ to be able to date or have sex with adults, as Max claimed… teenagers need to have adults with no agenda helping them get over the immediacy that everything feels like at that age, and move on to a more adult perception, which is that living in the now is not mature or realistic.

And we know, because we’ve been through it. And there’s a good chance tomorrow or next week/month/year things will be different, and hopefully much better.

Not having that hope? That’s what messes people up.

You are correct. The point being that it is the parent’s responsibility to do everything they can to love their child and provide them with resources to have a good life- even if they choose not to, even if their body chemistry doesn’t allow them to.

The fact that many people with horrible childhoods grow up to be very different from what they were taught is proof of that. And plenty of people grew up in very loving homes and still ended up being miscreants.