Murder, hate, Elliot Rodger and misogyny. Mr Trick examines a spiteful prick, and questions social sanity.

So it’s been decided that the internet is evil and must be punished.
Funny, I think that about my liver.

Recently, yet another self-entitled, arrogant prick has gone on a killing spree because he didn’t get his own way. Shame, poor little baby. If I went on a killing spree everytime I was refused something I wanted, there’d be no one left alive to report it.

If you haven’t heard, Elliot Rodger, coincidentally, son of one of the film-makers of The Hunger Games, decided that it’s not fair he’s a virgin at 22, and doesn’t have a girlfriend, so to show the world how brilliant he is, he set off in his own BMW, with all his own guns, filmed a manifesto of how amazing he was and killed a load of people.

Classy guy, I just wish I could take him home to meet my parents. Oh, wait, I can’t. He blew his brains out in the car.
Good riddance.

You may think me harsh, but I have reasons, hear me out. He wrote his ‘manifesto of evil’ (his own description, by the way) all ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE pages of it, detailing how every pretty girl was a slut because he’d not got his dick wet. Then filmed a video declaring himself to be, and I quote; “the supreme gentleman”. His statements included such alluring beauties as “It’s not fair. You girls have never been attracted to me. I don’t know why you aren’t attracted to me but I will punish you all for it. It’s an injustice, a crime, because I don’t know what you don’t see in me.” Oh, I don’t know Elliot, perhaps it’s your self-righteous, misogynistic, whining bull-shit that turns them off. Or perhaps your childish foot stamping? Maybe it was your parasitic waste of a life? Poor little rich kid, had everything, wanted more.

Tell ya what mate, if you hadn’t have taken the cowardly way out I’d have introduced you to a friend of mine who was still a virgin at 31. He’s still alive, fairly well balanced, and not a screaming prick.

Oh, sorry, I missed a bit. “And all of you men for living a better life than me, all of you sexually active men, I hate you, I hate all of you. I can’t wait to give you exactly what you deserve. Utter annihilation (laughs)”

Nice chap, I can see why he was such a hit with the ladies.

I’m sorry, it’s probably a sin to mock the recently deceased, but A) He’s asking for it, and B) I’m probably going to hell anyway, I’m just making sure it’s nice and warm when I get there. Don’t want cold toes for all eternity. This is the same man that plotted to kill his 6 year old step-brother, because he might grow up to be more popular than him. No, I think the phrase you’re looking for, Elliot, is less childish than you.

Elliot stabbed his three room-mates to death, then took off to the local sorority house intent on killing all inside, but because he’s an incompetent fuck-wit, he couldn’t get it the door. So he killed two women outside, severely wounded another. Then he tootled off, killed another innocent student, crashed his pretty little car and blew his brains out over the inside. Bringing his current total to 9 people, and another who’s not expected to survive.

What a prick.

Now it’s all coming out that he had made these threats before, but because police found him “kind and polite” and he was diagnosed as a high-functioning patient with Asperger’s syndrome, they went away and did nothing about it.

But here’s the problem. You have to pick a side. If you choose the “It’s not his fault, he has Asperger’s” side, then you have to question why he has such unrestricted access to guns and a high powered car. If you choose the “He’s a muderous shitbag with all the charm of a leperous hagfish” side then you have to accept that he’s a woman hating bastard who has obviously never heard of prostitutes.

It seems that his whole rage is “I’m a perfect, beautiful, fabulous guy” who can’t understand why he can’t get his end away. Mate, if your whole problem is that your mates have all had sex and you haven’t, find a prostitute, get laid, empty your sack, get it out of your system and move on. More than likely, your mates haven’t had all the sex they say they have, and you’re wishing for a life they don’t even have.

That’s the problem with boys, and men, they seem to be on a desperate race to be the most virile man on the mountain. As such, teenagers and young adults are under enormous pressure to fit into a system that doesn’t care when they succeed but is all to quick to point out their failures. In a world rapidly becoming the most separate, and yet connected, era since the dawn of time, the internet is leaving huge doors open, and no one is shutting them.

People are very swift to complain about kids watching porn on the family computer, but in fairness to porn, it’s for adults, not children. I enjoy being able to randomly turn on a channel of deeply unrealistic sex, (anime and hentai are favourites) in the privacy of my own home. But that’s because I’m an adult, I’m 29 years old, and I feel that if I want to watch an animated woman have sex with an octopoid demon, while her cat-fox watches and wanks, I will. Because it’s my home, it’s my privacy and it’s my sex drive. I’m not hurting anybody else with it. And that’s the important difference, I’m not hurting anyone, I don’t make anyone else watch it, and this is as far as I’ve made anyone hear about it, so, I would say, fairly undisclosed home habits. The fact is, porn and violent films/games are rated 18 for a reason, and it’s incredibly easy to set up blocks on the internet, child locks, if you will. That’s part of the responsibility of being a parent, keeping a check on your childs welfare. Physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

But, and this is important, if you’re going to abandon your child in a world of high pressure, give him a high powered sportscar and access to guns, then you should probably check in every now and again, at least. But the web gets more tangled and a little more sickening. He put videos on a website detailing how much he hated everyone, how he was going to kill people who pissed him off and a load of other spite filled, loose nerve nonsense. Three weeks ago his parents told him to take some of them down, not all, some. So his parents knew, for quite some time, that their precious poor little rich kid was a psychopath, and all they did was throw him to another therapist. Along with all the others they’d shoved him into over the years. Yes, because they worked so well.

You can’t trust all the child raising to TV, games consoles and the occasional therapist, you have to step in every now and again, besides the original obligatory mating to have the kid in the first place. This is a point that has been made many times before, and yet the same things happen, again and again.

So I propose a change, make people get a license to own a plant, then a goldfish, then a hamster, then a lizard, then a dog. All of them for at least a year, and while looking after a house and a job. When they can do all of those, then they can have a license to try and conceive. And not before.

Or just gas the planet and start again.

Oh, and by the way, violent films, games or books are very unlikely to turn you into a murderer, but being a fucking nutter with megalomanic tendencies might.

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