This will not be eloquent or creative. This hits way too fucking close to home for me to try, or to care.
This is MY FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD.
We were awakened by all the sirens and lights about midnight on Christmas Eve. We thought it was for our sickly, elderly neighbor. We woke up to the entire police force passing by our house, including this massive RV…then the coroner’s car with the lights on…then the entire media universe.
Christmas Eve Massacre leaves 9 dead in Covina
Santa gunman was in bitter divorce, lost job
takes a sanity-regaining breath Mods, I do not live on this street. I’m a half block away, but not on Knollwood where this happened. Hopefully that’s enough to maintain sufficient anonymity.
We got in the car early Christmas morning to drive to my parents for the day’s festivities and hear three were dead. We were shocked, and sickened. As the day wore on, the body count rose–and the story worsened. Nine are confirmed dead now–many too charred to yet identify.
This unspeakably selfish, twisted FUCK dressed up as Santa. A neighbor, see, used to do that every year and show up at parties. He’s since moved away. This fuckwad knocked on the door. You know what had to have happened, right? “Oh look everyone, he came back for the party this year! Look, sweetie, Santa’s here! Why don’t you answer the door?” So the little excited 8yro girl ran to the door, opened it and greeted Santa–who pulled out a handgun and shot her in the face (stunningly, she’s expected to recover). Then he shoots a dozen more, killing nine, and reduces the two-story home to ashes.
FUCK YOU, Bruce Pardo. Fuck you that the world knows YOUR name. I don’t and didn’t need to know it, and I fucking hate that I do.
I don’t fucking CARE how bad your divorce is, I don’t care you lost your job, I don’t care your mom lost her house in the Sylmar fire. You planned this out. You made your OWN fucking flamethrower–that takes time–and your drove all the way from Montrose to do this. You were going to run off to Canada, eh? What a fucking SHAME you got third degree burns. Bet they hurt like a motherfucker. Not badly enough. Suicide is too fucking good for you.
Ten kids have been orphaned. FUCK YOU.
How fucking creepy is it to see your own neighborhood leading the evening news…the street where you frequently take your family on pleasant afternoon walks instead trod upon by a national news reporter talking about your neighborhood’s demographics, interviewing your traumatized neighbors, showing footage of your community in flames.
My city, and even closer my community, is now the infamous “Covina Christmas Massacre.” FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU helicopters constantly buzzing overhead.
FUCK YOU that we’re traumatized. We’ll be fine–we weren’t there. We weren’t ruined the way so many lives were. We just got a fucking front row seat.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Fuck.