columbine crack

columbiner gothic meme
  • Dave Cullen is on the news. Dave Cullen is on the talk show. Dave Cullen is giving a lecture. “There’s no such thing as bullying,” he says. You know he is wrong, but everyone around you nods like he’s right. He has to be. He did ten years of research. But then you see something in his eyes when he says the name “Dylan Klebold”. A hunger.
  • There is a photograph of a pouting girl in a Natural Selection t-shirt. There is a photograph of a pouting girl in a Wrath t-shirt. There is a photograph of a locket with Eric Harris’ face on it. You don’t know how long you’ve been scrolling. It seems like forever. There is a photograph of a girl in a Wrath t-shirt.
  • Everyone has been arrested by the FBI for reblogging Columbine-related things. Even the Columbiners who don’t live in America. The FBI are cracking down on the dangerous youths. They are coming for us all.
  • You have heard legends about a photograph of Dylan Klebold hugging a cactus, but you never see the photograph. You vow that you will not rest until you see the photograph. Years go by. Decades. Centuries. You can never die, never rest, until you’ve seen the photograph.
  • “13 victims,” they say, over and over again. You tell them that they’re wrong, that there were actually 15. They all turn to you in unison. “13 victims,” they say, as one. “The massacre left behind 13 victims.”
  • There is another school shooting. The shooter worshipped the Columbine killers. They kept a journal. They listened to death metal. They wore black. “See?” the media says. “The shooter worshipped the Columbine killers. They always worship the Columbine killers.”
  • “Dylan Klebold was a follower,” someone says. “Eric Harris was a psychopath.” You ask them how they know that. Their face twists and stretches, and they turn into a hideous and terrifying creature, with fangs and a forked tongue. “I read Columbine by Dave Cullen,” the monster says. “It explains it all in there.”
  • You go to a blog. “Stray Bullet” by KMFDM blasts out of your speakers, on autoplay. You close the tab, but the music keeps playing. I am your apocalypse. I am your belief unwrought. Monolithic juggernaut. I’m the illegitimate son of god. It has always been playing.
  • There is a Columbine documentary on TV. Brooks Brown is there. He is always there.
  • An angry social justice blogger posts in the tag. “You should all die!” The post says. “You love murderers! You’re sick!” They call for the staff. The staff do not come. The staff never come.
  • You hear they’re making a film about Rachel Scott. It will be factual, they say. It will come out on the seventeenth anniversary of the shooting. You try to protest the film’s accuracy, but the Christians cannot hear you. They’re too busy singing “Cassie” by Flyleaf.
  • There were 13 victims, they say. Isaiah Shoels. Cassie Bernall. Rachel Scott. John Tomlin. Such losses, they say. So much wasted potential. You realise that’s only 4 names, but still they say there were 13 victims.
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“Sophomore Matt Kechter had big plans for his junior year. A 6-foot, 215-lb. offensive lineman on the varsity football team—and a straight-A student in the classroom—Kechter was determined to crack the Columbine Rebels starting lineup in the fall. “He was on track,” says family friend Mike Mesch, who coached Kechter in junior high. “He was big and strong and loved charging out of that huddle.”

Kechter was the kind of son football-loving parents dream of. His father, construction supervisor Joseph Kechter never missed a game, and Ann, his mother, organized the team’s year-end party. His only sibling, Adam, 12, idolized him. In death, Matt was reportedly found in the library with his arms around another student. “He was protecting someone,” says Mesch. “That was Matt.”

Columbine, according to Dave Cullen
  • Eric: Dylan, WTF? Why haven't the bombs gone off yet?
  • Dylan: I can't hear what you're saying, Eric. I'm on the other side of school, waiting for all the innocent survivors to come fleeing out of the building so I can give them first-aid, remember?
  • Eric: Dude, did you even bring your first-aid kit?
  • Dylan: No, but I brought my Tec-9 and sawed-off shotgun and 400 rounds of ammunition.
  • Eric: Never mind. Just get over here so we can figure out what to do next.
  • Dylan: Actually, Eric, I think it would be better if you came over to me, because remember how scared you are that I'm going to run away? You keep forgetting that I don't want to be here.
  • Eric: Dude, are you drunk? You don't sound like the Dylan I know.
  • someone: so i've watched the footage of eric and dylan committing suicide in the cafeteria a few times and i --
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