you know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
The Bat Man movie theater tragedy.
More than 50 people shot. 12 people dead. A psychopath who calls himself the Joker.
It’s an abomination, an anomaly, the single worst massacre in US history.
ABC news called this gunman a brilliant young man who withdrew from society.
James Holmes. A normal name for a seemingly normal guy who acts anything but normal.
The timeline is fuzzy, but it goes something like this: Over the last few months he buys high powered weapons and thousands of rounds of ammo. He booby traps his apartment and then he goes berserk.
The Joker waits till the movie is loud and full of cinematic fury, when the patrons will be confused and stunned. He dons a vest and fatigues and combat head gear and initiates his diabolical plan.
He tosses in grenades and opens fire on infants and old people and everything in between. Blood and flesh explode. People scream. People die, some play dead. There are heroes who save strangers.
Everyone who survives now knows what it means to cherish every moment of every day.
The imagery spilling out of that aurora Colorado movie theater is overwhelming. There are stories of evil, stories of terror. There is cell phone footage of bloody, stunned zombies walking into the night.
The visage is disgusting.
What causes the human mind to go dark? What causes a reportedly quiet, but intelligent young man, who grew up in affluence and played soccer, to transform into the Joker and descend into a cess pool of insanity.
They say he is a lone wolf. I suppose that is comforting.
Some question if James Holmes was living out the Batman movie?
To say this mad man killed because of Batman is a weak premise.
If that is true, then I might want to drive with a cougar in my car because I’m watching Talladega Nights the Ballad of Ricky Bobby.
James Holmes is Charles Manson. He is evil without the swastika tattoo on his forehead. Holmes is an enigma wrapped inside a blanket of psychopathic mystery.
Somewhere inside his cerebellum the world of good and light shut down and something more nefarious hatched.
Like an egg in a space ship full of Aliens, the creature, the Joker, manifested. But why? Who is this mass murdering killer?
The world is now scrambling to know.
Why did he booby trap his apartment? What set him off? What will he finally say when he speaks?
Will fire exit his mouth?
No.
In the end, he will be another sick man who has no rational explanation for the carnage he has caused. Perhaps it makes sense in his dark mind, but it’s not the movie the rest of us will ever pay to see.
And that is crazy™