04-20-2007, 11:45 AM
Another Bushie type...
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The Virginia Tech shooterâs America problem.
By Jerry Bowyer
We know a lot more now than we did on Monday. And we know for sure that Cho Seung-Hui had a problem with America. Today, of course, we are being bombarded by the contents of a package sent by the killer to the folks at NBC: videos, photos, writings, and ramblings â all disturbing and in their own way telling. But I contend that the playâs the thing.
Cho Seung-Hui wrote a viscerally anti-American play called âMcBeefâ in which a former NFL player and McDonaldâs connoisseur sexually molests his stepson and then kills him. Early in the play <b>the stepson rages against the stepfather, calling him a âpedophileâ and repeatedly referring to him as âa Catholic priest.â</b> <b>In the eye of the author, pedophilia and Christianity are one in the same. </b>The play also makes constant reference to the evil stepfatherâs obesity; in the eye of the author we are all fat Americans who eat at McDonaldâs.
The title of the play manages to swipe at Shakespeare and McDonaldâs at the same time. <b>Cho Seung-Hui punned Macbeth, </b>the play in which an evil man kills his way to the top of the kingdom. However, he pilfered Hamlet, a story in which a vile man murders the king, takes the queen as his wife, and ultimately kills the son. âMcBeefâ is about a sick nation; it attempts to inform us that somethingâs rotten in the state of America. But what we discover is the rot in the killerâs head.
Envy, deep and powerful, comes through it all. Resentment against our society. Christianity, capitalism, and sports all take their hits. This was a man who hated the American regime â our very way of life. And he took a Muslim name to register his discontent â Ismail, the preferred Arab spelling of âIshmael,â Abrahamâs first son, the disinherited son who took second place to the wealthy Isaac.
Do I blame Islam for Cho Seung-Hui? No. He was a curse on Islam, not the other way around. Do I blame films such as Super Size Me for his extreme and bizarre attitudes toward the eating habits of a good many Americans? No again. Do I blame the New York Times and its obsession with wealth-inequality for his hatred of ârich kidsâ? No, once more.
But I will go this far: There is a rising tide of resentment in our country against the so-called ârich,â and Christianity, and a Big Mac with fries. Talk-show hosts, op-ed writers, documentarians, and authors of all stripes take part in it. They speak to psychologically healthy audiences, although the bent and wicked are listening in too.
Cho Seung-Hui, it seems to this writer and radio host, was exposed to all of it. He gulped the resentment in the air, chewed it over in the dark corners of his soul, and then released it in a torrent of rage. He alone is responsible for his actions, but our society can either stir up hatred or pour oil on troubled waters. Unfortunately weâve gotten better at the former and worse at the latter.
Itâs like poisonous mercury in the ocean. For some reason, a number of fish pick it up but never purge it. The poison grows in concentration, until the life is irreparably lost.<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin-->QUOTE<!--QuoteEBegin-->On Hating Rich Kids . . . and More
The Virginia Tech shooterâs America problem.
By Jerry Bowyer
We know a lot more now than we did on Monday. And we know for sure that Cho Seung-Hui had a problem with America. Today, of course, we are being bombarded by the contents of a package sent by the killer to the folks at NBC: videos, photos, writings, and ramblings â all disturbing and in their own way telling. But I contend that the playâs the thing.
Cho Seung-Hui wrote a viscerally anti-American play called âMcBeefâ in which a former NFL player and McDonaldâs connoisseur sexually molests his stepson and then kills him. Early in the play <b>the stepson rages against the stepfather, calling him a âpedophileâ and repeatedly referring to him as âa Catholic priest.â</b> <b>In the eye of the author, pedophilia and Christianity are one in the same. </b>The play also makes constant reference to the evil stepfatherâs obesity; in the eye of the author we are all fat Americans who eat at McDonaldâs.
The title of the play manages to swipe at Shakespeare and McDonaldâs at the same time. <b>Cho Seung-Hui punned Macbeth, </b>the play in which an evil man kills his way to the top of the kingdom. However, he pilfered Hamlet, a story in which a vile man murders the king, takes the queen as his wife, and ultimately kills the son. âMcBeefâ is about a sick nation; it attempts to inform us that somethingâs rotten in the state of America. But what we discover is the rot in the killerâs head.
Envy, deep and powerful, comes through it all. Resentment against our society. Christianity, capitalism, and sports all take their hits. This was a man who hated the American regime â our very way of life. And he took a Muslim name to register his discontent â Ismail, the preferred Arab spelling of âIshmael,â Abrahamâs first son, the disinherited son who took second place to the wealthy Isaac.
Do I blame Islam for Cho Seung-Hui? No. He was a curse on Islam, not the other way around. Do I blame films such as Super Size Me for his extreme and bizarre attitudes toward the eating habits of a good many Americans? No again. Do I blame the New York Times and its obsession with wealth-inequality for his hatred of ârich kidsâ? No, once more.
But I will go this far: There is a rising tide of resentment in our country against the so-called ârich,â and Christianity, and a Big Mac with fries. Talk-show hosts, op-ed writers, documentarians, and authors of all stripes take part in it. They speak to psychologically healthy audiences, although the bent and wicked are listening in too.
Cho Seung-Hui, it seems to this writer and radio host, was exposed to all of it. He gulped the resentment in the air, chewed it over in the dark corners of his soul, and then released it in a torrent of rage. He alone is responsible for his actions, but our society can either stir up hatred or pour oil on troubled waters. Unfortunately weâve gotten better at the former and worse at the latter.
Itâs like poisonous mercury in the ocean. For some reason, a number of fish pick it up but never purge it. The poison grows in concentration, until the life is irreparably lost.<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->