As If None Of Us Hasn’t Had Enough Arizona Lately…

I’d guess about half of you are still ferreting out this story and trying to tell everyone what a Prison Planet listening, libertarian fruit casing that the “Jared” is. He may not be a right-wing crazy, but he comes from that area on the political spectrum. Anyone with any sense in their heads knows this certainly knows that left-leaners are not terribly keen on the destruction of currency and religion. That is biblical babble that Mr. Loughner has scooped up from the book of the Revelation of St. John, who languished in a prison cell-and in a desperate attempt to find meaning for his capture, wrote about how badly he wanted his captors to be drowned, burned, hit by lightning, made deaf, enslaved and torn apart forever.

I don’t have the imagination that John had because I am not in prison. I can understand why, if in prison, making up a righteous Being who would come to free him and kill the shit out his captors was an important thing for him. But essentially, it’s the same as Tom Hanks making friends with a soccer ball. It is a delusion, a damn good way to fool oneself when pain has become too much. Going into a state of perpetual shock is the brain’s best defense from pain. That is simple physiology.

Sometimes, this happens on a larger scale. I won’t go into that. But when delusion hits a population en masse, suddenly you think you are the one in prison. I’m not unfamiliar with this type of thinking-shit, after these shootings, who wouldn’t be? But the shooter, unfortunately for you, “Jared” thought he was imprisoned by you. He thought that money and religion had ruined his great nation. I agree with “Jared” to a degree, but I do know that money and religion can heal people when they cannot heal themselves.

This makes “Jared” a complete numbfucked idiot, the kind of idiot he thinks you all are. By definition, “Jared” belongs to you. I wouldn’t claim the dumb bastard, any more than I would claim that America is a swell place to live or claim that I really give a shit about maybe 30% of the population giving a ten-point spread. “Jared”, on the other hand thought it was him versus 300 million give or take. So he went and acted like Dennis Hopper, who said to Jeffrey that in dreams, he walked with him, and then wanted to send him a love letter, straight from the bottom of his heart.

Which in both cases, was a bullet from a fucking gun. David Lynch, if nothing, is a creature of mercy. This “Jared” clown is not.

I assure you, there is no secret language in “Jared”s Facebook posts. He was very clear that he said that his conscience belonged to him and him only. His conscience told him that The Beast was coming by doing some very complicated math. This made “Jared” think that it was time to reject the mark of the beast, which would soon be the end of trading money were the Beast to come. This also led “Jared” to believe that all of the false churches needed to be destroyed. One of those churches was the government.

Read your Bibles. It’s all there, except for the free conscience part. He read some gnarled version of fascism to invent that.

The sad truth is, “Jared” was likely more intelligent than a great deal of people around him. That was not good enough for “Jared”, though, because the one thing a thinking person needs is another thinking person. This is where “Jared” goofed mightily. He thought he was alone in being mad at everyone because they robbed his conscience. That is another good reason why “Jared” did the most chickenshit thing he could think of, which was to shoot a woman. He probably got tired of jacking off every night, thinking his dark thoughts.

I get this. Many of you have been there, thinking darkly and having no one to love. “Jared”, being in his twenties(there is an error here that has been fixed thanks to a keen eyed editor, I said he was in his ‘late’ twenties and that is incorrect…she thinks it changes things, but I think it makes my case stronger), was probably piling up a lot of hatred by this point. This is a good time as any to go schizoid and shoot someone.

This is not schizophrenia, you idiots. This is an extremely lonely individual who can no longer speak your language because like Barton Fink, you didn’t listen. Some of this new language takes the form of a gun, a noisy implement that gets peoples’ attention very quickly. “Jared” knew this. But instead of committing suicide by refusing to understand what a little worm he was, he became, or thought he became a big dog, a mean dog, the kind that people are afraid of lest they turn on you. Anyone who has a big dog knows that the faithful dog-friend would NEVER turn upon a kind humanoid-friend unless you mistreat your big dog. Then you are missing a chunk of your arm, but you asked for it by being mean.

That about sums up “Jared”. The little worm should have dried up to bother us no more because he is not a big dog. But that didn’t happen-instead, he hurt an innocent female Democratic congresswoman.

That’s about as shitty as it gets when it comes to being a person, shooting them because they don’t speak your language. Ask a historian if you don’t think this has started terrible wars where people a thousand times by people more desperate and angry as “Jared” was. I bet he will agree with me.

I hope Jared rots in prison until he gets his head out of his ass. I hope they rehabilitate him for years and then perhaps let him go home knowing better. I bet you anything this congresswoman will forgive “Jared” instead of asking whywhywhy. She didn’t get to government because she is stupid.

I have it on good information that his third language is Esperanto, though. Fuck that. I can’t even speak English correctly at various times.

About The Head Seminarian

I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

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