What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you’re that pissed that so many others had it good.
As Good As It Gets
As I laboured through Cho Seung-Hui’s final video testament of how all those rich kids with their trust funds and Mercedeses and their debauchery had brought this divine retribution on themselves and how he like Jesus Christ was going to inspire generations of the weak and defenceless, I felt revulsion and pity for that asshole in equal measure.
Revulsion that this rabid, delusional sub-human who had snuffed out the lives of 32 innocents in a few hours of bloody mayhem, was ultimately, through the offices of an exceedingly irresponsible NBC, getting the attention he so desperately craved, with possibly a few similarly sick degenerates looking at the footage and thinking “Wow, even I can be famous”.
Pity because as the unexceptional son of poor Asian immigrant parents, his life had been and was likely to be a litany of rejections and taunts. (“In high school, Cho Seung-Hui almost never opened his mouth. When he finally did, his classmates laughed, pointed at him and said: “Go back to China.”)[Source]
Desperately wanting to be a part of the tantalizing world of hot chicks, fast cars, secure futures and happening parties and yet consigned, on account of his ordinariness and pedigree, to standing on the sidelines ‘to look but not touch’ (he took pictures of girls with his cellphones), his hatred for everything that lay out of his reach had increased proportionally to his desire for it till one day he went round the bend.
People who seek to protect the world from the depredations of sin and corporeal pleasure are not rare: we see them everyday in the newspapers. They come out on the streets, offended at every peck, kiss and Valentine’s Day card; frothing at the mouth like Cho Seung-Hui about decadence and moral corruption when it is plainly obvious that the reason they are so pissed off is because they are excluded from the pleasures of the “debauchery” they profess to despise.
But at least in India, the extent of the nuisance these farts cause is marginal: forcibly making people tie rakhis, burning Valentine’s Day cards and the like. And that’s because they are unable to walk into a store and come out with a shopping bag full of automatic weapons.
In USA, however that is not the case. Propped up by the billions of dollars from the powerful gun lobby and provided protection by the literalism of conservatives who consider the Second Amendment of the US constitution (A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed) sacrosanct even though the historical reasons (the prevalent lawlessness of the times) for which the founding fathers advocated such a measure has long ceased to be relevant, objective conditions continue to exist in the country for loons like Cho Seung-Hui , after being subject to minimal background checks, to get their hands on enough hardware to fight a small war.
And for this reason, I am unable to decide who to despise more: the rambling idiot holding the gun and looking into the camera, or the vested interest fat-cats who put the gun in the pervert’s hand and profited off the lives and families destroyed by this most random and senseless act of violence.