Don't you understand yet, son?
Jul. 21st, 2012 09:53 amWoke up to the radio yesterday. "Shooting...Denver...movie theater...midnight". Horrible, I thought and shut off the radio and drifted to sleep again. And then a word floated up into my mind: Batman. WHAM! Wide awake with a sick feeling in my gut. This is personal. This is "us". I ran out to the kitchen to put on the radio and get on twitter and find out what the hell was going on.
Now I know the basic, sickening facts. I will wait until actual journalists and investigators have done their jobs and we have more information and less bloviating. I am sad, not only for those who are murdered and their loved ones, but those who will now carry the fear, like a virus. To violate a theater is to me like desecrating a church. To use a film as a backdrop, justification, inspiration(?) for a crime is...well, I guess it is a crime. Art is human expression in an attempt to connect and communicate. A film is created by hundreds of people over several years. A fandom is a community of thousands, millions. He has defiled all of that. Sigh. I have brought my self around to the definition of a sociopath. Fini.
"Don't you understand yet, son? Don't you get it? You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac."
~Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, The X Files
Now I know the basic, sickening facts. I will wait until actual journalists and investigators have done their jobs and we have more information and less bloviating. I am sad, not only for those who are murdered and their loved ones, but those who will now carry the fear, like a virus. To violate a theater is to me like desecrating a church. To use a film as a backdrop, justification, inspiration(?) for a crime is...well, I guess it is a crime. Art is human expression in an attempt to connect and communicate. A film is created by hundreds of people over several years. A fandom is a community of thousands, millions. He has defiled all of that. Sigh. I have brought my self around to the definition of a sociopath. Fini.
"Don't you understand yet, son? Don't you get it? You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac."
~Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, The X Files