Gunman's writings were disturbing |
By ADAM GELLER, AP National Writer |
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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Anonymous said...
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privacy laws?
oh my...
these nuts would let Hitler take over the world, because of the right to privacy...
wasn't that the same Clintonian garbage, that stopped US Law Enforcement from looking at the would be terrorists lap top prior to 9-11?
what is this rich kid expression anyhow?
did this South Korean read Marx?
looking forward to the next South Korea anti-American protest, when they burn our flag in some South Korean street.
after we sacrificed Americans to keep them free... -
4/17/07, 2:06 PM
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Anonymous said...
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We need those docs. Send in Sandy Burger.
--Jack -
4/17/07, 3:02 PM
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Anonymous said...
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In my high school classes I read student essays about committing suicide, stealing auto parts, wiretapping girls' bathrooms, becoming drug dealers, and all manner of things. Most of it I tended to disregard as teenage bullshit bravado or acne angst or other wet dreams. The suicide messages I turned over to the school counselors. As soon as you do that once or twice, students stop giving you the heads up on their self-destructive plans.
One rather unfortunately unattractive 11th grade AP girl wrote a series of poems which became more intense in their descriptions of psychological, physical, and sexual abuse from adult male family members. She didn’t use the actual terms, but the imagery was unmistakable. The final poem, using only symbolism and double-entendre, strongly implied she felt the only escape was death . . . whose, she didn't specify, but I assumed it would be hers. I dropped the dime on her, and a couple weeks later I found she had been removed from her home to an aunt's family.
She had rolled the poems up to look like a scroll and tied a purple ribbon around them. She put them in the seat of my car with a note saying that any man who clearly heard Emily Dickinson's voice would know what she was saying in the poem sequence. She was furious when she learned I'd "betrayed her trust" and given them to the counselor. Hmmmph! Why the hell did she give ‘em to me, then!
Two years later, after I had joined the faculty at the local university, she came out to see me. Wrapped herself around me and thanked me profusely, bought me lunch, and took off, still thanking me. She had blossomed into a pretty young woman. Kinda nice feeling.
One very entertaining essay from a 9th grade girl (assignment was to write about "My Favorite Entertainer") who described in graphic detail what she would like to do with Motley Crue during a 3-day weekend in a hotel room. Some of her ideas were not exactly physiologically feasible, and I'm not sure she could muster the stamina for 72 straight hours of such debauchery.
I later heard she had acquired a two-year nursing degree and took a job at some big hospital in Mobile, Alabama. Ya just never know. -
4/17/07, 7:13 PM
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Anonymous said...
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JACK !
Sandy go lucky... -
4/17/07, 7:23 PM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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That's a great comment Eros ... thanks
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4/17/07, 9:52 PM
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