This is a blog where people can discuss Eric Harris, Dylan Klebold, and the Columbine Massacre in general. I do not support what they did in any way, but Eric Harris intrigues me a great deal...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
13th anniversary.
I'm a day late, but happy 4/20 everyone. RIP Eric and Dylan...crazy that it's been 13 years, I still remember the day it all went down.
Eric is a martyr, he was pushed over the edge, he was bullied because of who he was. Yes, he killed many innocent students but the point is that he was guilty for being who he was and very little liked that about him. Ive read alot about Columbine and TBH I take his side, the massacre was awful but he was only trying to fit in. When the people refused him the luxury of fitting in then he became furstrated and angry, he lashed out and went against everything that was "good". RIP Eric
In what fucking part is he a martyr? U people r actually Crazy.. This site is just for psychopaths to chat amoungst them selfs and talk about how crazy they r.
I would not depict these people as crazy, but as absolutely self-centered.You do not think abut the victims at all!!! Being like that (self-absorbed), you will always be unhappy. Well, have fun being unhappy on the long run (maybe not on the short run, but indeed on the long run). Karma will get back at you,childish self-centered folks.
So glad I found this place and don't need to keep my obsessions to myself anymore.. I can't believe it's been 13 years since either I was 14 when it all happened and had his picture in my school diary just so wishing i could have known him as I sat friendless in the library for yet another lunch break. It's so sad what he had to go through and what he felt he needed to do just to get a little respect and recognition because he seemed so nice and was def good looking. It's also sad because if he had of just got out of high school it all changes it doesn't matter if you were popular cause you end up finding other cool people and i think his life could've been sweet but....he was a victim of columbine just as much as the people he killed only in a different way. RIP Eric you deserve it ♥♥♥♥
People! This had nothing to do with bullying! Eric was not bullied more than any other kid. He was seen as a "brain" but a cool one. He did not kill for revenge from bullying! Damn, read a book or two before you go off ranting about such a sensitive topic!
Yes it was actually, he was bullied along with Dylan. Jus being themselves and because they were picked on then sum thing snapped in their head and they began plotting revenge.. he massacred innocent people and not the fuckers that made their short lives hell
To the person that replied to this, how do u know this person is black? Fucking moron ur crazy ass fuck and isnt that what one of the fuckers said before killing that African-american boy under the table? Physco ass bitch
I've read more than a few books and have gotten so many conflicting "facts". Are you going by the Cullen? If so that isn't the best one to go by. I don't understand why Eric and Dylan would have complained so much about being fucked with, getting picked on because of their looks, not being invited to parties, etc. if they were treated decently.
He killed the wrong people, he didn.'t choose his targets like he planned. The victims were innocent. He should have went for the fuckers that gave him a hard time at school. RIP to all those killed that day.
I could not get my post down to 4,096 characters so I will do multiple posts until all I typed shows up, I apologize for the multiple posts but I feel this could be interesting to someone here.
I would like to share a chunk of inside perspective, this is my story of what I saw happen to myself and the community after the Columbine shooting, my info comes from watching the local news and well... living here. i'm going to do two posts since I can't get it all to fit in one.
I was in 5th grade when this happened, and have lived in Colorado my entire life. I strongly feel that murder is never justified by bullying. Never.
Two of my cousins were students at Columbine when it occurred, I live 15 minutes away and had been there many times for their soccer games.
I don't remember much about the interior of the school, I only went inside once. I was too scared to ask my cousins about the shooting, all I knew was that they couldn't go back to school for awhile because it had to be repaired. I remember envisioning lockers filled with bullet holes, and then thinking of those same lockers with a fresh coat of paint. The High School I attended played games against Columbine a lot, every time I would see their colors it would trigger a flashback. I would begin to think about what happened and become very angry, and allow myself to imagine how I could have tried to stop them. It didn't usually end well in my fantasies, I would picture myself trying to get someone else to help me, a guy or something and I would then picture him being too scared to move, so I would have to do it on my own. I would think maybe if could just show everyone in the room that these people will die like anyone else... then maybe it would start something and others would try to help me. It was a crazy fantasy that has dogged my for years... ways to stop a murderer. Usually I would picture myself shot dead after attempting something like that. But fuck them, I would try!I would usually get an intense adrenaline rush from these fantasies which i'm sure didn't help. The rage that I felt at this point would be pretty severe. I found the best way to kill my rage was to punch this punching bag we had outside with no gloves on. My knuckles would get bloody and swollen pretty fast. I have some scars on my knuckles now... I punch pillows now instead and it works much better. Afterwards I would feel numb and I would feel sad for the anger, feel sad for those boys, feel sad for the people murdered, feel sad for my cousins who had friends die, feel sad for those who had to watch death. Sad for those who had their lives changed or stolen.
On the day it happened, I had just walked in from school and still had my backpack on and the first thing I saw was Columbine on the news. My aunt kept saying something along the lines of 'thank god L loves art, thank god L loves art'. My cousin L had been safely evacuated from the art wing. My other cousin, A, had just left the campus for food. I remember that day because of the sadness, the depression and the fear. I remember the news footage, we were watching it on 9news I think and it was very strange to see. I know we knew my cousins were safe... but watching this happen 15 minutes from my home at a place I had been to multiple times was disturbing on a very deep level.
In my attempt to understand what happened I started doing research into psychology and development. The way behavior works is in a trickle down fashion from one generation to the next, with environment slapped right on top. So these both boys are simply a product of their genes and environment. They are not special in any way. There is nothing that makes them different from you or me. They are people, created by the same factors that create any other person. They are just people and they have no more power than any other person.
I learned to shoot guns as my next step, I thought that if I could protect myself with a gun then it would be ok. I felt that if this were to happen again, I would want to try to stop them, him, her, it... whatever the cost, even if it meant I would die without being able to shoot a single round. I learned to shoot with my brothers .357 magnum at first. Next was a glock, then a smaller pistol. I never became comfortable with them. I had a natural talent for shooting, but also a massive fear of guns. Guns too gave me flashbacks. I would stand there with my finger on the trigger, one eye squinted at the target and start to sweat and shake, start to think about what a gun can do to a human being. Start to think about a bullet wound. Start to think about a student who went to class on a normal day and was shot, start to think how they must have felt as they realized 'I am dying' 'I have just been shot and I am dying' I would enter the mindset of acceptance of death, I would think... how would I accept death at this moment? How would I accept not ever knowing another thought again?
I hope at least one person found this to be worth reading.
Eric is a martyr, he was pushed over the edge, he was bullied because of who he was. Yes, he killed many innocent students but the point is that he was guilty for being who he was and very little liked that about him. Ive read alot about Columbine and TBH I take his side, the massacre was awful but he was only trying to fit in. When the people refused him the luxury of fitting in then he became furstrated and angry, he lashed out and went against everything that was "good". RIP Eric
ReplyDeleteIn what fucking part is he a martyr? U people r actually Crazy.. This site is just for psychopaths to chat amoungst them selfs and talk about how crazy they r.
DeleteI would not depict these people as crazy, but as absolutely self-centered.You do not think abut the victims at all!!! Being like that (self-absorbed), you will always be unhappy. Well, have fun being unhappy on the long run (maybe not on the short run, but indeed on the long run). Karma will get back at you,childish self-centered folks.
DeleteGod Bless Eric and Dylan, nobdy will ever fuck with u again! RIP
ReplyDeleteSo glad I found this place and don't need to keep my obsessions to myself anymore.. I can't believe it's been 13 years since either I was 14 when it all happened and had his picture in my school diary just so wishing i could have known him as I sat friendless in the library for yet another lunch break. It's so sad what he had to go through and what he felt he needed to do just to get a little respect and recognition because he seemed so nice and was def good looking. It's also sad because if he had of just got out of high school it all changes it doesn't matter if you were popular cause you end up finding other cool people and i think his life could've been sweet but....he was a victim of columbine just as much as the people he killed only in a different way.
ReplyDeleteRIP Eric you deserve it ♥♥♥♥
People! This had nothing to do with bullying! Eric was not bullied more than any other kid. He was seen as a "brain" but a cool one. He did not kill for revenge from bullying! Damn, read a book or two before you go off ranting about such a sensitive topic!
DeleteYes it was actually, he was bullied along with Dylan. Jus being themselves and because they were picked on then sum thing snapped in their head and they began plotting revenge.. he massacred innocent people and not the fuckers that made their short lives hell
DeleteDamn y'all are fucking psycho! You're not right on the head!
ReplyDeleteMaybe so but one thing is for certain... nobody gives a fuck about u nigger
DeleteTo the person that replied to this, how do u know this person is black? Fucking moron ur crazy ass fuck and isnt that what one of the fuckers said before killing that African-american boy under the table? Physco ass bitch
DeleteI've read more than a few books and have gotten so many conflicting "facts". Are you going by the Cullen? If so that isn't the best one to go by. I don't understand why Eric and Dylan would have complained so much about being fucked with, getting picked on because of their looks, not being invited to parties, etc. if they were treated decently.
ReplyDeleteHe killed the wrong people, he didn.'t choose his targets like he planned. The victims were innocent. He should have went for the fuckers that gave him a hard time at school. RIP to all those killed that day.
ReplyDeleteOr....maybe he shouldnt of killed anybody..?? Fucking brainless moron
DeleteI could not get my post down to 4,096 characters so I will do multiple posts until all I typed shows up, I apologize for the multiple posts but I feel this could be interesting to someone here.
ReplyDeleteI would like to share a chunk of inside perspective, this is my story of what I saw happen to myself and the community after the Columbine shooting, my info comes from watching the local news and well... living here. i'm going to do two posts since I can't get it all to fit in one.
I was in 5th grade when this happened, and have lived in Colorado my entire life. I strongly feel that murder is never justified by bullying. Never.
Two of my cousins were students at Columbine when it occurred, I live 15 minutes away and had been there many times for their soccer games.
I don't remember much about the interior of the school, I only went inside once. I was too scared to ask my cousins about the shooting, all I knew was that they couldn't go back to school for awhile because it had to be repaired. I remember envisioning lockers filled with bullet holes, and then thinking of those same lockers with a fresh coat of paint. The High School I attended played games against Columbine a lot, every time I would see their colors it would trigger a flashback. I would begin to think about what happened and become very angry, and allow myself to imagine how I could have tried to stop them. It didn't usually end well in my fantasies, I would picture myself trying to get someone else to help me, a guy or something and I would then picture him being too scared to move, so I would have to do it on my own. I would think maybe if could just show everyone in the room that these people will die like anyone else... then maybe it would start something and others would try to help me. It was a crazy fantasy that has dogged my for years... ways to stop a murderer. Usually I would picture myself shot dead after attempting something like that. But fuck them, I would try!I would usually get an intense adrenaline rush from these fantasies which i'm sure didn't help. The rage that I felt at this point would be pretty severe. I found the best way to kill my rage was to punch this punching bag we had outside with no gloves on. My knuckles would get bloody and swollen pretty fast. I have some scars on my knuckles now... I punch pillows now instead and it works much better. Afterwards I would feel numb and I would feel sad for the anger, feel sad for those boys, feel sad for the people murdered, feel sad for my cousins who had friends die, feel sad for those who had to watch death. Sad for those who had their lives changed or stolen.
ReplyDeleteOn the day it happened, I had just walked in from school and still had my backpack on and the first thing I saw was Columbine on the news. My aunt kept saying something along the lines of 'thank god L loves art, thank god L loves art'. My cousin L had been safely evacuated from the art wing. My other cousin, A, had just left the campus for food. I remember that day because of the sadness, the depression and the fear. I remember the news footage, we were watching it on 9news I think and it was very strange to see. I know we knew my cousins were safe... but watching this happen 15 minutes from my home at a place I had been to multiple times was disturbing on a very deep level.
ReplyDeleteIn my attempt to understand what happened I started doing research into psychology and development. The way behavior works is in a trickle down fashion from one generation to the next, with environment slapped right on top. So these both boys are simply a product of their genes and environment. They are not special in any way. There is nothing that makes them different from you or me. They are people, created by the same factors that create any other person. They are just people and they have no more power than any other person.
I learned to shoot guns as my next step, I thought that if I could protect myself with a gun then it would be ok. I felt that if this were to happen again, I would want to try to stop them, him, her, it... whatever the cost, even if it meant I would die without being able to shoot a single round. I learned to shoot with my brothers .357 magnum at first. Next was a glock, then a smaller pistol. I never became comfortable with them. I had a natural talent for shooting, but also a massive fear of guns. Guns too gave me flashbacks. I would stand there with my finger on the trigger, one eye squinted at the target and start to sweat and shake, start to think about what a gun can do to a human being. Start to think about a bullet wound. Start to think about a student who went to class on a normal day and was shot, start to think how they must have felt as they realized 'I am dying' 'I have just been shot and I am dying' I would enter the mindset of acceptance of death, I would think... how would I accept death at this moment? How would I accept not ever knowing another thought again?
I hope at least one person found this to be worth reading.
WOOOOOOOOOO
ReplyDelete