I know this mother fucker. Or I did. We went to high school together, hung out all the time through and a little after college, then drifted apart and I haven’t seen him in maybe ten years. He lived down the street from me. We hung out all the time. I went to his wedding.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Those of you who have been paying attention know that my school is right down the street from the stadium. I personally know dozens of students who work there; our school probably has a hundred kids who work in the whole complex. I know lots of people who were there that day, working or hanging around. Although there were obviously a lot of out-of-towners there, there’s a good chance someone I know or someone close to someone I know would have been shot.
By someone I was real close friends with for nearly a decade.
A terrorist. A goddamned terrorist. That’s the only word to describe it.
All week long my students were asking me if I thought it was possible a terrorist would hit the Superbowl. I told them it was almost impossible.
And the guy I drove to school with every day for two years was the one who almost did it. How did he get so close?
Man. I’m shellshocked. I feel awful for his kids. I feel awful for his fiance, his family, but lock this son of a bitch up. He needs to take a break from society.
My mailbox is full right now with a half dozen of my old school friends all emailing each other with this, all trying to remember the kind of person he was fifteen years ago. The twenty-year reunion in 2010 is gonna be interesting.
Yep - the Old Crew was hardcore Star Wars; there’s no doubt about where that one came from. Bit into D&D for that matter, too. We’re trying to remember if “Nil” was one of his characters in some system.
No offense to you, but your old friend is a fucktard. This was over the denial of a liquor license? That’s about as valid an excuse to plan a murderous rampage as that Virginia Tech asshole, who could at least add in that he’d never been laid even once.
Did you have any inkling, when you know him, that he might be capable of something like this?
Oh, he’s a complete fucktard, no argument. He was always crazy…stereotypical deathmetal crazy, but he was also an absolute 98-pound weakling with a Napoleon complex. That’s the thing, magnify his attitude in high school times 100, and I can absolutely see this. I just wonder what happened to cause him to lose his inhibitions like this. We stumbled across his Drunkenstein story a couple months ago and kinda shook our heads and said, ‘That’s Kurt…stubbornly fightin’ the man." Guess he really, really took it seriously while we all figured he was just being goofy.
It’s scary, but keep in mind that when it came right down to it he couldn’t do it. He’s seems to have enjoyed fantasizing about getting his “revenge” by killing a bunch a people, but when he got to the point in his plan where he would actually have had to get out of his car and pull the trigger, his conscience stopped him.
He’s definitely messed up, but he’s not a monster.
His manifesto is remarkably well-written, given his fucktardhood.
Also, remember that he didn’t actually kill anyone. Hell, there are any number of Pit threads wherein various posters advocate or suggest actions fifty times as violent.
He just unwisely chose the US Postal Service as his outlet instead of the Dope.
Huh? You’ll get no argument from me that the guy is a jackass, but I’d be devastated if the business I recently started and funded was knee-capped by the city. I wouldn’t have hurt anyone, but I would’ve seen white spots in front of my eyes if my dream (really, this business I started was that big of a deal to me) was killed for such moronic reasons.
Uh…excuse me? Well, yeah, I was really hoping to score a book deal with this. :rolleyes:
What, exactly, do you call someone who does this kind of thing? Was Richard Reid not a terrorist because he didn’t light his shoe on fire?
You know what, fuck you. I haven’t spoken to the guy in ten years, but the fact that I knew him and he was going to do this in my back yard really shakes me up.
Yep, non-event. A bunch of macho/evil henchman posturing. Not entirely unlike “I’m a cutter” kids in high school. Although I am glad he chose the best (worst for him) possible way to cry out for help.
I don’t feel the same confidence you do, reading the link. All I’m sure of is he didn’t do anything, not that he never could. I mean, buying the AR-15 and driving up to the stadium are a lot farther along the thought <—> action continuum than just posting angray rants on a message board.
As I read the article, he had received a LL under the name 'The Haunted Castle." When he decided to name it “Drunkenstein’s” it was refused. (City not wanting to promote drunkeness, perhaps?)
That makes this seem more like a (very scary) temper tantrum over not getting his way