FUCKERS SHOULD BE SHOT.

Every year about this time, posts float across my dash about Columbine. Surprisingly, they are more and more about the shooters. Some call them “misunderstood” some “victims” and some even go so far as to call them “heroes”. “That changed my life,” says people who were no more than ten at the time. And I have said nothing, because I hate talking about it. It ruined my year. But more importantly, lives were ended and others destroyed.

But this year, I saw a post reminding me to “never forget” the victims of Columbine, “especially the misunderstood shooters. Their pain should never be forgotten”. It made me dizzy I was so mad.

To be upfront, I did not attend Columbine. I went to high school an hour away. It was my senior year. I never hung out with Harris or Klebold. We did have a social group (such as it was) in common. That was it. I didn’t remember them by their names. Only when I saw their faces on TV that night did I remember the two assholes from that party.

That’s right. Assholes. Those boys weren’t the victims. They weren’t bullied. That’s bullshit. They were a pair of self-righteous, judgmental, pricks. It wasn’t about getting back at the people who bullied them. I don’t know what it was. I doubt I ever will. I would be terrified if I ever understood, because that would mean I am capable of thinking like them.

I crossed paths with them once. They were sulking in the corner talking shit about people they didn’t even know. The closest to being bullied I ever saw was when one of them used the n-word and someone told them to knock it the fuck off. (To be clear, anyone who uses the n-word *should* be told to knock it the fuck off and then some!) Any girl they talked about was a “bitch”. I left the room because I didn’t want to listen anymore.

These guys weren’t innocent kids pushed to murder. I don’t know what happened, and I am not prepared to speculate on it. But I *can* tell you that the people who fetishize them and put them on any sort of pedestals are horribly misguided. It’s sick. Knock it off. You’re capable of such love and devotion. Pick a more worthy obsession.