Posted 6 months ago on Dec. 14, 2012, 10:19 p.m. EST by ZenDog
from South Burlington, VT
This content is user submitted and not an official statement
I feel sick. Do you feel sick? I do. I feel sick. That hollow, empty kind of sick, angry sick. Sick to death sick. It's the same kind of sick that I felt when I heard via WCAX that Israel Keys selected his victims on the basis of specific circumstances.
He was somebodies little pet. I have no doubt.
I have no proof of course. No one of course will point out that it is problematic, basing one's opinion of such things on no more than the filter provided by the news media. But I am aware of the difficulty. Never the less, I remain convinced.
Not paid to kill so much as he was enticed - and rewarded - both positively and negatively, until the desired behavior was produced. Behavior that ended in death. Over 11 times apparently, according to the FBI. It is my opinion - he was someone's pet.
And this latest school shooting - the fruit of MK-ULTRA will never be shown to have played any role what so ever - whether it did or not. I am certain that it has played a role, at least in most of the mass shootings that have occurred in this nation in the course of my lifetime, if not in this latest as well.
That is my opinion.
IF I am correct then it matters not if you ban all firearms completely or not. For in the end, those with the will and the technology to produce mass or serial murder and do so for political ends will continue to do so - using motor vehicles, sharp implements or household chemicals, it matters not.
That is my opinion.
Given that this is my opinion, it seems to bear some responsibility. The responsibility to speak. But ultimately, will it matter? Certainly the guilty will go unpunished. The pet takers and the pet keepers will not see their crime paraded in the light of day. Not now, not for us, not this generation.
Perhaps one day, but not today.
Rest assured, that if I thought by dying, tonight, I might somehow change that reality, I would, and I would smile.
I would like nothing better than to see ten thousand bio-behaviorists strung from lamp posts all across this fair land, with their guilt incontrovertible, laid bare for all to see, and weep.
Or cheer, as the case may be.