Mak Faene Someone flipped on the tv and it may as well have been a video cassette recording from some news report taped a month ago. Bubba Clinton was sorrowfully extending his sympathies to the families of the victims of another massacre. Cut to another nauseating news broadcast: The [State name here] massacre took the lives of [Death toll here] Americans yesterday. The gunman, [Everyday American here], armed with a [Gun type here] and a [Second gun type here] entered a [Public building here] and began firing into the crowd of unsuspecting people. The gunman, who wore [Clothing brand here] then took his own life. Oh, heavens! I'm shocked. Pass the potatoes. Why are you surprised? Or better yet, why aren't you surprised? Oh, modern man is so civilized, so ingenious, so apt at harnessing the rawness of nature and forging his own comfortable world. Humans don't adapt; they change the environment to suit themselves. That's what separates us from the other animals, right? Except that's not true at all. When we are confronted with a foul odour, we soon adapt to it - we get used to it - and eventually we can't smell a thing. Well the new scent is of Eau de Massacre, America, and we're all too used to it already. But this smell isn't just of moulding cheese or the family dog breaking wind. No, this scent is a gas that's slowly going to asphyxiate you and your family and friends until one day you'll find yourself on the other side of the television screen. Who are these terrible people? Who are these mass murderers? Why do they do the things they do? Let's stick a camera and a news reporting probe into their lives and see why they are so evil. Then let's watch a movie, order take out and fuck each other so that we can fall asleep at night. We're not going to find any insight into the mind of this month's mass murderer until we look at ourselves. Look at the way we live, the way we exist and the way we think - or rather fail to exercise the latter on a regular basis. We've got to stop asking "why?" America. Stop playing dumb. Aren't you sick of the same old song? Mr. X didn't shoot up that crowd of innocent people, we did. That's why I'm not taking bets on what date next month's massacre will take place; because there are no impartial parties. Because we're all in on it.