And Now to the Shooter

Good morning. I am just back from church and must be about my business of amalgating all the different thoughts, images, and plots from Absolom! Absolom!  before tomorrow night at the book club.

So this is not the best time to organize my thoughts about the shooter in Aurora, CO, as they are just about comparable to the thoughts in Absolom!Absolom!  However, I will try to start,  and continue on in the days following if possible.

In the nutty night time, I heard a theory that this shooting might be
(1) all part of a master conspiracy where these shooters are all trained and set up by the government
(2) all part of a master conspiracy where these shooters are all trained and set up by the one-world organizers

with the idea that both groups, USA government or world government, are trying to destroy us.

Let's leave conjecture  aside and tell what we know at this point.  He was brilliant.  He had 100 cc. (or whatever unit is used ) of vicodin in his blood when it was taken and anylyzed.  (One of the commentators said that that amount would put him out of business: that it is a huge amount to have taken).  He was a neuroscientist who was engaged in research to what aim I am not absolutely sure.  He was a loner. He had no friends or associates. He had recently separated or been separated from his education program.  He had recently purchased from the internet and had sent to him at home or work about 30 thousand dollars' worth of arms or ammunition.  He had wired his apartment in a fiendishly (prejudicial word) intelligent way so as to kill the first responders who presumably would break in.  Today is another day, and I am sure new disclosures await me on the TV as I drink something cold and prepare slowly to settle down with Wm. Faulkner.

He had parents, and they were not poor. He grew up apparently in ill-fated Poway, a beautiful little community with a lure for tragedy.  (A SD suburb.)
I am thinking of those poor parents, who in this light certainly are poor, the poorest of the poor. If they have the intelligence of their son, they have long awaited a day like this, having with all their intelligence and resources absolutely no way to do anything about a possibility they await with  cold fear.

So, this is all I will say today, and I will indeed have to expound further, perhaps Tuesday.  But for today let it be said.

I kept hearing about the precise organization and coordination of the responder teams in Aurora which did indeed make an amazingly competent and heroic showing after the fact.  My question is this: WHERE are the precisely organized and coordinated teams of doctors, caregivers, neighbors, friends or lack thereof, employers, educators, whom we need to start working at saving some of these desperately ill young men (mostly) before they ruin their lives and the lives of others?

It's a mind-boggling subject, though, isn't it?  But as I looked at the wacko face of the shooter as first projected on the screen, and then the touching portraits of the very young student with big hopeful eyes, it makes me sad and it makes me mad.  What happened in those years between? Why didnt someone care enough to step in and invite the guy to a chicken dinner or a game of golf? Why did the people to whom he consistently refused all social contact assuming they asked and he did--why did they not have some way to alert (who?) as to what might be going on inside that head, not to say that apartment?  Oh, it's too confusing.  I am going back to Absolom! Absolom! in desperation. YAZZYBEL