To Whom It May Concern: I'm Still Not Fucking Scared.

I'm still not scared of it. You ain't fuckin' got me. I wasn't even scared that time in LA on th' 101 when the white truck blew a tire and came bouncing at me front over back taking out cars right and left. I was like you are NOT fucking getting me motherfucker you are NOT fucking getting me I am not a number in your fuckin' multiple fatality.

Not scared of th' smoking gun coming in th' form of a mushroom cloud. The mushroom cloud can just smoke m'pole. Condoleeza Rice, Wolfowitz, Rove? Dribbleya? Ahmadinnerjacket? Iran? That's what you've got to scare us with?

It's like Blair Witch II, you know? You can't believe how unscary it is. You can't believe they went to all the fucking trouble, man.

And this latest one? With Who Flung Dung there at Virginia Tech? And HOW ARE WE GOING TO STOP IT? HOW ARE WE GOING TO STOP THIS SORT OF THING?

When I was a kid we was in th' Foreign Service and when we'd come to the States from Latin America or wherethefuckever it was always like coming inside to the air conditioning. It was all smooth surfaces and Star Wars trading cards and tree-lined boulevards with no beggars and no handless people thrusting their stumps at you. It was all no-corpses-floating-down-the-river. You could always count on th' corpse-floating-down-th'-river count to be negligible.

And now it's all this. But I'm not even remotely scared.

And here's how to Stop This Sort Of Thing: don't make the guy a motherfucking rock star, O.K.?

See, we keep giving them exactly what they want and not fucking doing that is How To Stop This Sort Of Thing. Motherfucking 9/11 was like this on a grand scale. Mourn your fucking dead and move on. Earlier Generations tought us the value and we dassen't listen, dassen't we?

Hey, if it bleeds it leads, man. Is it going to end up in this fucking country where every single minute of everyone's day is evaluated for profitability and if the shareholders aren't happy well that unproductive Comrade has to be soylent fucking greened?

Place makes me fucking sick. Really makes me sick. A lot of dirty little spiders feeding at a fucking turd. Bunch of fucking hags begging for a milkwhipping from th' royal dork. Just stop with the whole Let's Make All The Really Fucked Up Broken People Famous thing. Let's start there! Kooky! : ) : ) LOL!!

You take a dude like Wee Fuckim Yung and you salt the earth that is the footprint he left on the planet. You pour lye and scientifically formulated acid bleach and stuff on his memory. You throw him in a fucking hole and piss on him and cover him with fucking dirt. It's a MySpace Fame Dream Done Up Right, man. That fuckin' guy is going to be one of the 10 Faces Of '07, man. And that's why he did it. Obviously. Because he knew that it was just so fucking important to be the turd with all th' spiders feasting on it for just 21 seconds.

You stop and think, hey didn't like fucking 200 people die in Iraq today? Hmmmm.

Jesus fucking Christ I'm going to have to wake up tomorrow and I'll have to know that this fuckweed psycho will be burning from every TV screen in this fucking prison of a country. This fucked-up shell of a fucking banana republic where you walk amongst the ruins and think about Europe and visas.

It rubs me somewhat wrong, man. A lot of it is that when I was a bounder I wanted to be famous too. Or at least to have a cool career. But I fucking languished in smelly vans and stumbled over bad stages for however many fucking decades only to realize that somewhere the formula had changed and what I really needed to be doing was opening up on crowds of young people and parading my violent psychosis across th' national stage for every one to masturbate and buy products to.

And yeah, that shook the old bloomeroney off the fucking rose right quick.

It's speeding up, man. See how it's all speeding up? It's getting harder to hide. 9/11 brought all the cornfed ignorant peasant pissant fat fascist gobblers up out from under the rocks and into my fucking lap. And the combination of them and this voracious, fucked-up, empty, bottom-feeding pursuit of Fear For Profit just makes me want to drink a pickle jar of LSD. Place gives me fucking hives. Love it or leave it, you say?

Dude, back that shit up with some airfare.

I'm not scared of what you've got, man. Gotta do better, man.

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Anonymous Simon said...

I've purposely not watched tv / read online news sources since it happened.

What little i saw amounted to excessive coverage of how excessive coverage of the shootings could lead to a copycat killer. I didn't wait to see if there was excessive coverage of the excessive coverage of how excessive coverage of the shootings could lead to a copycat killer, but i bet they're hoping for one cause it will send the ratings sky-high.

1:58 AM  
Blogger Larry Jones said...

You have a point, Bobby, but you can't go against reality. There is genuine horror and anguish at Virginia Tech these days. People may be watching the same way they watch NASCAR, hypnotized by the violence or potential for violence, but they're doing it because they really want to, because they are stunned and horrified and they are trying to make some sense out of it, even as most of us are coming to the unsettling conclusion that it makes no sense, that it's random and unpredictable.

Safety is an illusion, security a mirage. We're all to blame, but it's nobody's fault.

2:20 AM  
Anonymous cleek said...

I didn't wait to see if there was excessive coverage of the excessive coverage

one of our local TV stations ran that story last night - "how are students reacting to the media saturation at VT?"


8:41 AM  
Blogger Kevin Wolf said...

What Larry said.

And at the same time, I agree with Simon. I don't even have cable anymore. I know the drill and I've decided to get out of the formation before it lock steps of a cliff.

9:44 AM  
Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

I never watch TV... but I'll admit that I did give in this morning and click on a Yahoo link to watch that asshole's "video manifesto" or whatever. I hear what you're saying about not living in fear... but what did scare me was how easily I recalled kids I've known in the past who eerily reminded me of that guy. Oddly, I had to sit through a 30-second commercial from Netflix before the video played.

10:18 AM  
Blogger gregrandgar said...

Bring back cannibalism and the world's starving could be fed without chain logging more rain forests! As usual, the US leads production of that bump-off crop too.

11:21 AM  
Blogger XTCfan said...

Right on, my brutha. You are Exactly Right on this one. One of the biggest problems we face nowadays is that natural selection no longer applies. In the past, these people would be have been ostracized and sent out to the bush to die or be killed by something bigger, with larger claws and fangs. Now, all manner of psychotic assholes can survive and even thrive (ref: Dick Cheney) right in the middle of society. And we celebrate it. We celebrate their acts of lunacy on shiny little screens everywhere.

I was talking to my daughter last night about bullies and how to deal with them. They want attention, so how best to punish them? What's the opposite of attention? That's right, my love, ignore them, and show by your actions that you're better than them, that you don't have to stoop to their level. How many of us have never learned that lesson? (I'm looking at you, Dubya.)

3:37 PM  
Anonymous Simon said...

I read this guy's blog regularly, because his thoughts are always scarily similar to mine.

8:21 AM  
Blogger XTCfan said...

A friend of mine has written a very concise and articulate letter to NBC about their complicity in this crime, as well as future crimes of this type. You can find it here.

1:17 PM  

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