Here he was on the front page of every newspaper, looking like a crazed Yosemite Sam, waving the pistols he would use to kill 32 innocent people at Virginia Tech.
In this age of instant celebrity and media madness, he had camera-checked, locked and loaded and delivered his raving manifesto in his innocuous Napoleon Dynamite voice. Like a dutiful press agent he had paused between killing sprees on Monday to thoughtfully mail his “package” to NBC.
I can imagine his package moving its way through the postal system and then into the NBC mailroom where I’m sure it was sorted into the pile of other unsolicited materials along with the amateur audition tapes for The Apprentice, bad ideas for new series and other items destined for form letter response. (more…)