Trivializing Anguish
How very philosophical, convicted serial sniper Lee Boyd Malvo, involved in 27 sniper-shootings across the United States, with ten fatal attacks in the Washington area alone, admits he behaved monstrously, acknowledging now that he is 27 that "I was a monster". And he feels really, truly badly about having succumbed to the persuasions of John Allen Muhammad with whom he partnered in their killing spree.He would doubtless do that part of his life all over again, if he could. He cannot. He cannot, nor can any other agency, restore life to those whom their murderous spree arbitrarily took from life. Let alone the terror that their spree inspired in the population. Since everyone was aware of this dreadful lapse in security where people could suddenly be struck dead by some unseen assassins aiming meticulously for their lives.
The sense of power with the use of a high-powered rifle, firing from the trunk of a vehicle, must have been a heady aphrodisiac. Jamaican-born Malvo, 17 when he experienced that pinnacle of control over life or death of perfect strangers, people seen from a distance and coldly targeted, in hindsight thinks that the death-spree did not, after all, represent glad tidings for others.
"We can never change what happened. There's nothing that I can say except don't allow me and my actions to continue to victimize you for the rest of your life. Don't allow myself or Muhammad to continue to make you a victim for the rest of your life. It isn't worth it", he preached magnanimously to the still-and-forever grieving families of those whom the duo had murdered.
As though mere words of questionable solace might suffice to undo a personal calamity of that magnitude. Forget it. Don't anguish over it any longer. It isn't worth the effort. Might he have been addressing his inner self? It does, after all, sound like he and he alone might benefit from the application of what he evidently feels to be sound and sensible advice.
The dead, people pumping gas, buying groceries, a young boy, a woman shopping for groceries with her husband, all suddenly deprived of life. They happened to be out and about in public pursuing ordinary, everyday activities. Who might possibly foresee such an unforeseen event irremediably puncturing their lives, leaving their families stunned and bereaved.
And this, the killer of their loved ones, tells them to forget.
"There's no way" responded Linda Franklin's father of the death of his 47-year-old daughter. "I can't believe that. No one can go through something like that. What he did just destroyed my family. I'll never be able to put it aside. Never. There are things that stand out in your life that you think about. I'm 83 years old and I'll carry it to my grave."
Labels: Crime, Psychopathy, United States, Values
posted by Pieface @ Tuesday, October 02, 2012
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