A Second Look at Cho

Initially, I gave Cho: The Virginia Tech Killer sympathy. I feel for kids who get to that point where they don't know what else to do. I explained that if someone took the time out to give this kid some fucking compassion, he probably wouldn't have done this.

As more details have come out, it has become quite evident that nothing was going to stop Cho. He was done with the world, period the end. All the school security, counseling, compassion and court orders wouldn't have done one bit of good.

Cho was toast. He was done for. Stick a motherfucking fork in his goofy Korean ass. Nothing was going to stop him. We'll never know the torment and suffering he endured in his life that brought him to this. But what we do know is that he had many legitimate chances at redemption. He had chances to seek and receive help. It was handed to him on a silver fucking platter.

He had it easy, and the fuck rejected it. He knew he was ill and he was intelligent enough to know that he needed medicine and therapy. There was a time in my life where I recognized that fact and dove in head first and came out happy as a pig in shit. He could have done it. He just didn't have the courage. He was rotten, unsavable, and purely evil.

Kids in high school and middle school can be saved. But disturbed people come to a point when they're gone. The Jeffrey Dahmers and Charles Mansons of the worlds. I want to tell the story of the chihuahua. This is a true life story that happened to me and is a perfect analogy for people like Cho and for drug addicts as well.

I was driving and I saw a little chihuahua run across the road faster than a rabbit. I have a huge soft spot for dogs, so I pull over and try to catch him. It was on a road near the main highway and I didn't want him to get hurt. I tried to catch him, but he wouldn't let me even get close to him without bolting - and he was fucking fast. Inevitably, I kept chasing him until he got closer and closer to the highway. The little fucker bolted and maid it across the highway. What happened to him after that, I do not know. It was impossible for me to catch him - no matter how badly I wanted to.

The little chihuahua didn't want to be caught. Free will is very powerful. If a disturbed Korean kid wants to blast up his school - he will find a way to do it. When the Islamic terrorists wanted to kill as many Americans as possible - they found a way to do it. In Iraq, when an Iraqi insurgent wants to take out a few of our troops - he finds a way. People who are willing to die for their cause always find a way.

There was no stopping Cho. Nothing. Forget about gun control, security, red flags, judges, counselors, medicine, eBay, and rubber fucking ducks. Nothing was going to stop Cho from seeking his revenge and showing the world just how fucking pissed he was. Nothing.