Enter Elliot Rodger. A 22 year-old spoiled brat, spawn of a movie producer. Twenty-two and driving a BMW he didn’t pay for. Fueled by gasoline he bought with money he didn’t earn on a credit card he didn’t pay.
He kills a lot of people, the total probably is not yet known. He targeted pretty college girls. Why? He felt rejected by them. None of them would pop his cherry, it seems. He tried to befriend them only to be rejected and watch them gravitate to ogres and pigs. While he, the self-proclaimed “supreme gentleman” spent his life lonely, rejected, a life of unfulfilled desires.
He felt rejected. He felt that he should have a girlfriend because he dressed nice, wore $300 glasses, had a nice car. “… that’s just such an injustice because I am so magnificent. I deserve girls much more than all those slobs I see at my college.” An injustice. It seems reality set in and he discovered that life really is not fair. And he was woefully unprepared to handle it.
The problem couldn’t possibly be that despite your obvious gifted wealth, you were simple a shallow, craven idiot devoid of personally redeeming qualities.
This is what a bloated and misplaced sense of self entitlement brings. This is the fruit of telling your kid all his life that he is special and better than others–a winner at everything. And we have generations of them all coming of hormonal age.
**UPDATE** The monster’s father blames who? Politicians and, of course, the National Rifle Association. What, George Bush had nothing to do with it? So, just proven is that the problem was not just with the kid. The parents also are to blame since they failed to raise him properly. You can’t coddle and provide for everything. The kid has to learn responsibility and experience failure. Spanking works on kids. Grounding and privilege denial works on teens. Anything else, and you can expect violence when they experience rejection. But you go on–blame the inanimate gun. Asshole.
** UPDATE 2** So now it is revelaed that the monster had been in therapy since the age of 8, and “virtually everyday of high school”. In light of this, it cannot have been a surprise to the divorced parents who hide behind the excuse of “we thought he was in good hands”. Yes, that’s right. Medicate and put him on a couch. That absolves you completely. I mean, he’s a director. In Hollywood. He doesn’t have time to deal with a kid on a short fuse.