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American Violence: Deny

James Holmes
James Holmes
High school yearbook photo of James Holmes, the 24-year-old alleged gunman accused of killing 12 people and injuring 38 at a Dark Knight Rises screening in Aurora, Colorado, told police he "was The Joker," NYPD police commissioner Ray Kelly told ABC News. | Photo: Associated Press | James Holmes, Killer, Mental Health, Massacre, Joker,

All that most Americans can do is continue to deny it.

It's strange when you're a columnist who frequently complains that America is the most violent country in the history of the world, that we have a society that glorifies violence, and which extends to our foreign policy, for example bombing poor countries to establish Democracy, killing thousands of innocent people in the name of righteousness.

People tell me I'm wrong and say they don't agree with me.

And then something like what happened at the movie theater in Colorado happens.

I said in an earlier article that America meddles violently in the affairs of other countries. People said they don't agree with me. A day after that article appeared we all found out for the first time that drone bombs are being used in Yemen. Even if this is justified, the American people never knew about it until after the fact.

I had also said that America has a secret government.

American random violence is a little different beast than the violence of other countries. There are other violent countries to be sure, but the bombings that target innocents abroad in countries like Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria and sometimes Europe for the most part have a political motivation. You're trying to further a cause even if it's obscene by the use of terror.

America is unique in that random acts of violence are often undertaken for no reason other than a feeling of self-destructive impotency, which leads the killer to spree or thrill kill for the simple twisted joy of personal identification.

It's no surprise that the hopeless ineffectual (but bright) dweeb who killed 12 people in Colorado appeared at a Batman movie in which mindless violence is portrayed as identity. If Clint Eastwood once hissed in a movie "Okay punk, make my day" (Eastwood admitted he copied Marilyn Monroe's breathless way of talking), this dweeb was a punk who had never had a day until last week.

Killing masses of innocent people is an inhuman way for a pathetic man who might accurately be described as a waste of skin to establish humanity. First of all is the feeling of being weak, and frustrated and angered over a long period of time about being weak in a society that glorifies physical steroid-fed strength in football, sports, and entertainment. The weakling dweeb feels himself shut out, alone in a world that rewards mostly everything he is not. This feeds his ever-moist self pity. The desire grows to make somebody pay. Anybody.

This is a peculiarly American foible.

Why is it that in America, where so many people have so much in comparison to others materially, and where other countries have so little, why is it these things happen? Go to Africa on a visit. The poor people there will smile at you. In Africa, people smile at you when you visit---even though half those countries have been decimated by AIDS, famine or drought

They don't kill for no reason other than the simple joy of killing.

It's because of the emptiness Americans refuse to admit, and which some will tell me I'm wrong, until the next mindless random atrocity in which they will still tell me I'm wrong.

This is the country of the for-no-reason-at-all killing. It's the same country that bombed that wedding party in Iraq mistaking them for a group of terrorists, but who justify it. Those people remain nameless and forgotten just as the victims in Colorado will soon be.

There is an emptiness to American life created because of a lack of identity caused by the glorification of the wrong things. For example, the annual football Superbowl ritual that has elevated the cheating-with-steroids contact sports megastar with almost religious glorification, while running billion dollar television ads for expensive cars most of us can't afford.

Or the Academy Awards, beautiful wealthy people who aren't you parading around.

It all creates desire, unfulfilled, repressed desire. It creates unhappiness. As far as the dweeb punk is concerned, somebody is gonna pay.

If I say America is a sick country people will tell me I'm wrong. They'll call me disloyal, a bad American. And then, what's going to happen next week or next month happens, and they'll still tell me I'm wrong. It can be anything, shooting your co-workers at the post office, or mowing 'em down at a burger joint. Whatever.

It's the act of seeking fame and identity in a society that like making a decent living, is denied to a growing number of people, unless you're a steroid popping millionaire football player.

This isn't an excuse, just a cause.

Guns have always been at the heart of American dysfunctional-ity. From the frontier until now, people have settled disputes with guns. But it's not the guns themselves. I'm not for gun prohibition.

It's that guns have proliferated in quality and rapid-fire ability just as fast as the quality of a growing number of Americans has gone downhill, courage and restraint being creatures inspired by adversity. The American random killer is spoiled, cowardly, vicious, quiet and most off all, identity-less.

There's no end to what happened last week. All that most Americans can do is to continue to deny it.

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Updated May 6, 2017 5:59 AM EDT | More details

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