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“A beautiful woman like you doesn’t need a job,” Frank said. “You need a man.” “Yeah? And after thirty seconds, what would I do?”
Unlike serial killers, mass murderers were not a homogeneous bunch. People went postal because they’d had a bad day, because they were mentally unstable, because someone influenced them, because they were high/drunk/stoned, because they were in love/out of love/confused by love, because they sought glory, because they sought revenge, because they sought death. Mass murderers could be young, old, rich, poor, well educated, poorly educated, well adjusted, or loners. Their attacks could be random or well planned.
Children were simply too hard for adults to understand or predict in the best of circumstances. Their coping skills were limited, they were a bundle of hormones, and they generally believed everything must happen now, today, immediately, with no thought of long-term consequences.
We have a basic human need to make restitution in order to absolve our guilt. Letting kids walk away scot-free or shielding them from the consequences of their actions doesn’t help them.
Some people, even kids, are that angry.” “Then it’s inevitable? We’ve become a violent culture and there’s nothing we can do about it?” “I don’t think that. There’s always something we can do. We’re an intelligent society, Rainie. Nothing is beyond our grasp.”
Society is not filled with evil souls. But it is filled with people who are mobile, fractured, overworked, overweight, overcrowded, and overtired. That’s a potent combination, particularly for people with poor coping skills and volatile tempers. And we’re seeing the proof of that in the increasing number of impulsive, angry acts, such as mass murders and road rage.”
In fact, the first thing a child psychologist does when he begins treatment of a new client is address sleep, exercise, and eating habits.
Some things, like what really matters in life, we all learn the hard way.”
With Mrs. Avalon all fussed up in some buttoned-up, lace-collar, cameo-brooch outfit that I think she bought at Jane Austen’s garage sale.
