Here are the ways that I am like Cho Seung-Hui.
- I am male
- I am 23 years old
- I wear glasses
- I live in The United States of America
- I watch TV
- I read books
- I play videogames
- I watch movies
- I listen to music
- I went to college
- I am kind of weird
- I rarely spoke to my roommate in college (and even lived alone for my final three years in school)
- I am sometimes quiet and keep to myself (less recently, much more so in high school)
- I have complained (occasionally harshly) about the rich, elitist student population at my college
- I have produced creative writing (short stories, essays, poems, and plays) every bit as explicit, violent, and disturbing and turned it in for creative writing classes - including such themes as murder, incest, molestation, and rape.
- I have fired a handgun
We’ll drive ourselves crazy over “tell-tale signs,” psychological disorders, government regulation of these “bad” industries, and installation of the newest and most technologically awesome security devices - none of which change human nature, none of which make loneliness any less lonely or the hurt we feel any less painful, and none of which can protect us from our most frightening enemy: ourselves.
EDIT: My freshman year roommate, Mike Caputo, has left a great comment on this issue (though he tackles it from a different, but related, angle) , which you can read by clicking the comment link below, or on his MySpace blog (not sure if you need an account for that or not, however). Thanks, Mike!