Dan Majestic writes from Aurora, Colorado: Another massacre in America, this time in Aurora, in Colorado, in a cinema of all places and all the usual suspects start screaming about lack of strict gun controls, as if it’s guns and not people who kill. And worst of all, politicians once again jump on the grieving train, trying to outdo each other, producing weepy statements that are supposed to show how they feel the pain of the nation. In fact, politicians are the worst in all of this, demonstrating once again how out of touch and out of step with reality they all are, the creeps.
The new ‘hero’ of the day is James Holmes, a loner, who had bought four guns and a shotgun over the Internet, along with 6000 rounds of ammo – as you do when you feel like going out on a Thursday night to implement one of your sick fantasies that was brought about by some twisted movie you saw or a sick computer game you played, with a lot of graphic violence in them. Not to mention that you may have missed your regular Prozac that day. (It’s really amazing that lefties have not yet branded Holmes a right-winger or a religious fanatic, as they always do on such occasions. As if it was not the Left that is responsible for slaughtering hundreds of millions of innocent people in the 20th century alone.)
So, James walks into a movie theater, dressed appropriately all in black, with body armour underneath, all in tune with the movie that was showing, the latest Batman flick The Dark Knight Rising, imagining himself, as it later turned out, to be the Joker, the villain from the previous Batman movies. He throws two smoke canisters and then starts shooting indiscriminately at the audience, killing 12 people instantly and wounding more than 60 in the process. When the police arrive, Holmes gives himself up without offering any resistance, telling the startled cops that he is the Joker.
Job well done. Now it’s time to become a celebrity, I guess. Quentin Tarantino should be taking notes already for his next movie project.
And after the body count was finished a flood of grieving comments came, followed by millions of inches of articles about the massacre. And of course the ugly issue of gun control, or rather lack of it, raised its ugly head again. And all sorts of progressives were saying that had there been stricter laws on guns, the massacre in Aurora might not have happened at all. And so on.
But just as in the past, pretty much no one talks about the cult of violence that is openly promoted by Hollywood, the box and especially by the hideous computer games industry that basically imprints the message in the minds of millions of youngsters that killing other humans is no big deal really. Life is cheap on the mean streets of the imaginary cities in movies and in the gaming world that are run by sick and twisted lowlifes who seem to be immune to any criticism or censorship. It all looks like sanctioned brainwashing that encourages more and more nutters like Holmes to go on killing sprees. And when you add that a quarter of American youngsters are on some sort of medication, including anti-depressants – compliments of President Bill Clinton as much as anyone else – you get massacres happening on a regular basis.
Some people think that stricter controls on the sales of guns would solve the problem. But if someone puts his mind to it, he will get a weapon and some ammo, tight restrictions or no tight restrictions, as it had happened with that deranged psychopath Anders Breivik not that long ago. Even though Norway is not exactly known for availability of guns and explosives.
And one last thing: the tragic irony of the whole incident is that Holmes basically acted very close to the script of the movie that had been showing at the cinema where he killed and wounded so many people. In fact, the madman copied one of the subplots in a Batman comic when a crazed gunman went on a shooting spree in a… yes, a movie theater. So a violent blockbuster with Satanic overtones is interrupted by a nutter bent on copying what was going on on the screen. You don’t really need to be that bright to make a connection.