School Shootings: When #EnoughIsEnough

The general talk has been about statistics. Demographics. Toxic masculinity. The kids. The guns. Searching for a place to lay a blame far too massive for one shaky set of teenage shoulders to bear.

#EnoughIsEnough

I agree. Not that we should ban firearms, because they’re not technically the cause. A murder weapon cannot stand trial for the murder, that privilege is reserved for a suspect with the motive, intent and opportunity to commit the murder.

🙋🏻‍♂️Ooh ooh I know this one, pick me pick me! The students! Let’s ban the students! It’s one hundred percent guaranteed to end school shootings once and for all. Too extreme? Maybe just close all the schools. Boom. Problem solved. Consider the budget effectively trimmed. It’s categorically impossible to shoot up a school if there is no school.

You see what I did there? Wordplay with insight and reason. Dry wit. I learned it on my own, in conversation with more experienced people, by seeking out and reading classic novels, discovering and absorbing several degree’s worth of philosophy, psychology, art, language and history from copious diverse sources, for free, through the internet. I learned to bend and break the rules of grammar with sentence fragments. To write for effect. I learn by consuming the rich heritage of literary greatness actively denied to me in all of the 15+ schools where I was forced to waste my childhood in a painfully numb, near vegetative state.

No offense, veggies, but a tomato is actually a fruit.

Don’t want to get rid of our “great” schools? They’re necessary, for the kids, you say? If someone hates a place so much they want to kill the people there, is it necessary the go? Maybe don’t force them to keep showing up, see how many shootings there are then. People should have the option to leave, or just stop going if they hate it so much. Problem solved. Again.

Not ready for a return to (some) Classical Greek standards of voluntary education, where teachers compete to attract students? Fine, let’s be progressive. Let’s imprison our children and force feed them propaganda regurgitated by the barely trained, relatively inexperienced and unwise hired hands, who assign largely fruitless tasks in a secure compound with a lord-of-the-flies sort of vibe, then if any one of those little shits tries to escape before their sentence is over, send them or their parents to a worse prison, the fuckers. Let’s call that civilization. Let’s call that modern education. Let’s call that the Gulag. It would be more accurate.

In government schools, you don’t acquire education, education acquires you.

Keep the Gulags? Alright, well if we insist on trapping people in a stifling protofascist barracks for the most restless, formative and volatile twelve years of their lives, expecting them to emerge compliant and pacified, let’s at least make some improvements to the environment. Maybe the prisoners would be less likely to riot if the conditions were better. Maybe eating noxious gruel off a tray at the same time every day, sleep deprived, anxious, drugged, for a decade, maybe that gets to a person. Maybe if school sucked a little less hard, fewer people would decide to fuck it and end their miserable, short lives in a hail of gunfire, as a viable alternative to one more fucking day in that hellhole.

Our kiddie gulags are best in world, true super, no need improve!

Even if that were true (it’s not) it would only make sense to blame a child for their violent reaction to a perfect shiny happy institution, in an autocratic regime. the supposedly educated and supposedly competent and supposedly free adults might consider taking some responsibility for the institutional hell they help create, perpetuate, and mandate our most vulnerable, at-risk segment of the population attend.

Somebody sends an iffy tweet and they get spit roasted before the plane lands. But nobody gets a pink slip on this one. Odd.

If it makes sense to hold a minor blameless in a sexual encounter with an adult, and to hold the adult fully responsible, why do we blame the minor in these school shootings?

Whose F(ouc)ault Is It, Anyway?

Some adults have stepped forward with professions of responsibility, placing it squarely on the shoulders of the NRA (a completely uninvolved and unrelated organization), but not themselves.

A large coterie of supposedly reasonable people insist the culprit is violence in video games or movies. News flash: video games and movies are art. Art imitates life. Life is incredibly violent. If the kids learned it from the video games, where did the video game developers learn it? What was the inspiration for Call of Duty? That would be wars and to a certain extent, law enforcement. That’s the State. The same State that runs the schools. Good thing there’s not a conflict of interest. 🤷🏻‍♂️

It might seem radical to blame the government for advertising to, recruiting, then physically and psychologically abusing, training and rewarding high school students for killing people who live in other countries, in near constant wars, now so efficient an enterprise that an American Armed Forces Employee is more likely to kill themselves after answering the Call of Duty, than to be killed in Modern Warfare. Where some see a conspiracy theory or a radical idea, I see a simple, logical extension.

Too big to blame!

Why pick on a government? That would make just zero sense. Wars aren’t violence, you see, in newspeak, they’re economic stimulus packages for certain sectors of the economy that are far too profitable to be bad, too profitable to be avoided, too profitable to be stopped. Too profitable, that is, for the government to pass up. And what of the losses? Integrity, morality, the lives of thousands of other young males around the same age as the most recent scapegoat, the future health of generations? Oh those? Those are acceptable losses. Better yet, collateral damage. Because, literally.

When is it #NeverAgain?

Maybe when the government owns all the media, when they start getting all of the revenue generated by these video games depicting but not doing violence, all the box office sales of movies depicting but not doing violence, and all the clickbait Ad sales of all the internet 🐸 memes depicting but not doing a hop, maybe then the finger will point somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn’t impact the bottom line.

Until then, how about we blame the media for granting fame and notoriety to shooters, and spurring copycats. Don’t blame the lifelong respect and honor and pension and discounts given to soldiers for killing people, granted it’s on a much larger scale and with fully automatic *actual* assault rifles, main battle tanks, jets that make it rain inch-thick radioactive uranium bullets, grenades and attack dogs in living rooms, terror hovering in the skies above cities and nightmarish chemical weapons. Do AR-15s kill more kids than drones? Well that all depends on the school district. Don’t send your kids to Golan High.

Okay, so the responsibility just keeps rolling downhill and finally snowballs into the punishment. Yes! Everyone’s favorite part! Get in on the judgment! Revenge now, without further delay! Some people publicly declare, without a shred of detectable irony, that a child, a teenager, should be executed.

Teenage Execution: because, hey, what’s one more dead kid?

This one was defective anyway, right? Riiiiight. I mean, how else will we serve justice to the victims’ families, since the actual murdered victims can’t actually benefit from justice… and more importantly, they can’t vote.

As if killing a child could be called justice at any point in human civilization, let alone in 2018. I’m looking at you, Marco Rubio. I’m looking at you with a mix of disgust and amazement and curiosity about the violence in your own childhood. Do tell.

If killing a kid satisfies your desire for justice, then you have something in common with kids who shoot up their schools. If the child is evil for wanting other children dead, and then successfully manifesting that wicked desire, how can an adult be considered good and right and just in expressing and enacting the same wish?

If a child is deemed not legally competent to stand trial, to sign a contract, hold credit, drink a beer, consent to sex, or rent a car—anything that might constitute autonomy (the stated goal of education) and the assumption of responsibility, self ownership and personal agency—how is it reasonable to recommend the maximum penalty reserved for the worst offending adults? That’s if you think killing people is moral and good under any circumstances.

I don’t know what people are thinking. But now people know what I’m thinking. Your move, people.

Encoded Message

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