If only Death had taken this ass before he killed so many innocent people.
The title read:
We have relatives in Binghamton and we called them pretty quickly – everyone ok, no one even near this place.
But I want to say something. We make up rules. Serial killers or President killers – assassins for the most part… they get three names. John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, James Earl Ray, Mark David Chapman, etc.
So why can’t we have a rule that says that, when they list the number of dead after a terrible event such as this, they can’t count the killer when he offs himself. You lump that guy into the tally and it puts him in a group with his victims when he deserves to be alone. In part:
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.
– Sir Walter Scott – The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Cantos Sixth
No, it is not the same context, but the feeling is there. There should be contempt for this creature. There should be a declarative statement of just what his end was. And there should be recognition that he deserves little else.
He killed 13 people. Thirteen innocent people. Then he did the world a favor (scant ’twas, devoutly to be wish’d he had started with himself) by suicide.
On the other end of the spectrum, we learn of a woman receptionist, name unknown:
The female, now in critical condition, pretended she was dead to fool the shooter, then ducked underneath her desk to make the 911 call that alerted police.
That is a woman who shoud be wept, honored, and sung. Preferably while alive.