“Please, please, please, let me get what I want,” sang Morrissey. Now it’s fun to dump on Morrissey, but at least he’s not declaring himself entitled to anything; I mean, he did say Please. Morally, this makes him several standard deviations better than your choice of mass killer:
In their minds, they’ve been wronged by the world; the world owed them something, and it refused to give it to them. The Isla Vista shooter believed he deserved pretty women; the Alexandria shooter who tried to kill GOP congressmen believed he deserved a world where his party was in charge. The Columbine killers believed they deserved a world where they would never feel ostracized.
What they actually deserved, of course, is an eternity of pain and torment.
Take it away, McG:
Those are the kinds of sins that can get one’s soul consigned to hell, sins even the perpetrators know are monstrous, and can only commit by convincing themselves it’s somebody else’s fault.
This makes me worry too about people who never actually do anything monstrous, but who believe when monstrous things happen the victims had it coming. Because they were stuck up, or they voted the wrong way, or they belonged to the wrong faith.
At best, what they deserve is a hot, steaming cup of STFU. In their shorts, if need be.
When people tear down the institutions that make civil society seem normal, we discover in horrifying ways what this world’s real default looks like.
Thomas Hobbes called this one correctly:
In such condition there is no place for industry, because the fruit thereof is uncertain, and consequently no culture of the earth, no navigation nor the use of commodities that may be imported by sea, no commodious building, no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force, no knowledge of the face of the earth, no account of time, no arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Doesn’t matter to them, as long as they get what they want.