You know what’s crazy. I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
An elementary school massacre.
They say words can’t describe it.
But words are all we have left.
It starts in the blackness, in a hollow pit of despair. That’s where a 20 year old Adam Lanza lives. We know little about him, but we know all we need to know.
He is a confused, corrupted, disturbed soul.
He is troubled like poison. He is haunted by a sinister voice that pushes him to the brink of insanity.
His mind is an arena where good and evil have waged war, for how long, we cannot know. But recently, the light has been extinguished like a candle being blown out by Satan himself.
Suddenly ideas not fit for human thought fill his mind. Not for a moment, not for a minute, but forever. The macabre imagery dances on his brain, enticing him to act. Suddenly the most hideous becomes possible.
He has to act, the voices are loud and persistent and won’t let him alone.
Kill.
The thought is consuming him, eating him. His brain is a chunk of exposed meat being cannibalized by satanic ants that will not stop injecting their poisonous talons into his fractured psyche.
He is on fire, he is torn, he is possessed like a demonic gremlin spitting up pea soup.
Somewhere, somehow, he arms himself like a pre-pubescent soldier. While his peers play video games, he is hypnotized by something dark, something ominous. He is preparing for a one man Armageddon.
As he dresses in the warrior garb of today’s madmen, body armor and dark camouflage, a storm cloud full of hate and anger gathers in his heart.
It is foreboding, frightening.
Like a biblical hail storm of fire and blood, this insane vessel of distressed, mentally disturbed evil moves forward.
Is he human? How can a human do this to children? He is a mechanism. He is soulless, Godless. He is an instrument of darkness guided by the unintelligible voice of lunacy.
December 14th 2012.
It’s a cool winter day in a bucolic New England town.
This city is a Christmas card for Hallmark. This city is a bastion of what schools can be in this country.
Sandy Hook Elementary is a shining light full of bright and wonderful little souls eager to learn, receptive to the amazing possibilities of life.
The stage is set as the monster enters the theater of death.
He enters the school, blowing out a window to gain access.
Each heavy boot placed in front of the next. Somewhere there is a surveillance system watching his every move, but nobody will see it in time to stop the madness.
His putrid actions come to life through the sound system, just after the school does the Pledge of Allegiance.
Whatever the morning message it is obliterated forever with the Rat-a-tat-tat of explosive rounds tearing into flesh.
The sounds of war suddenly fill the halls. Blam Blam Blam. There are screams of anguish and pain and it is being broadcast for all to hear.
Filled with the taste of blood, the putrid predator continues his one way journey down the hallway.
What must this monster be thinking as he marches closer to the end. Is he thinking about his mother who he has all ready killed? Is he thinking about the children he is about to assassinate?
I doubt he is thinking. He is a predator now, a mind blank to the unthinkable. He is a hollow vessel controlled by unadulterated evil on a collision course with blackness.
That’s the only way the unexplainable can be explained.
Then he rips open the door and for a moment, a terrifying moment, he stares at a classroom full of bright eyed babies. The man with the guns and the blank stare looks like a zombie in a video game.
The monster stares at them. Perhaps he mutters a final word. Perhaps he just waits for the surge of diabolical hatred to boil his soul from the inside out.
And then the carnage.
In a moment that nobody will ever fully understand, his finger twitches.
The hair trigger of his semi automatic rifle recoils with a powerful life ending thrust.
The bullet, invisible in its flight, strikes the body of a little child. The child is probably dead before he or she hits the floor.
The last sound that child will hear is the sound of a thunder clap of gunfire and the shrieks of terrified classmates.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The devil incarnate is firing indiscriminately now. Bullets piercing skin and bodies. Bullets are striking the floor and ricocheting around the room like a pin ball machine of death.
The 20 year old, not old enough to drink, but old enough to be one of the most gruesome monsters in our country’s history continues to pull the trigger of his hand held killing machines.
Pow. Pow. Pow.
Insanity is dispersed at a ferocious capacity.
Bullets rizzling through a warm happy school room filled with posters of abc’s and finger paintings of 5 year old artwork.
It’s an abomination of horror in a bastion of all that’s good.
The enormity of innocent babies being targeted, purposefully is heinous.
There have been ruthless moments through time. There have been documented acts of evil. But seldom are the evil acts of man perpetrated on those too young to even tie their own shoes.
That’s what makes this American tragedy a truly heart stopping night mare.
This is where pre-school kids come to learn, to be safe, to become good citizens.
Today they will die and all of it so hard to understand.
America cried today. America lost something today. I had trouble standing when I heard the news. It was a blow to the solar plexes, a slap to our collective consciousness. This school was our school. These babies were our children.
Sadly this mechanism of horror was also ours. Some say he is mentally disturbed. Some say he was socially inept. Whatever. He is just the latest lost soul, the latest lone wolf trying to escape reality in one last sinister act.
I will never know Adam Lanza. He is a horrible footnote in American history. December 14th will always rekindle the inconsolable memories for parents who lost a baby.
Maybe the shooter’s actions will one day make sense. What took control of this young man? What anesthetized his brain to right and wrong, filling his thoughts with echoing bellows of crazy?
We probably won’t ever know.
For 26 moms and dads and sisters and brothers and grandmothers and grandfathers … it really doesn’t matter. There is no rational answer for what happened.
Evil never explains itself. Good will have to do that for all of us.
God bless the children.
And that is crazy™