The Duchess of Muanenguba————————Samira Edi
These were chilling last words of a narcissistic psychopathic pipe-squeak with a god complex:-
“For the crime of living a better life than me, I will destroy you..., I will have my revenge against humanity. Humanity is a disgusting, wretched, depraved species. If I had it in my power, I would stop at nothing to reduce every single one of you to mountains of skulls and rivers of blood, and rightfully so. You deserve to be annihilated. And I will give that to you. You never showed me any mercy, and I will show you none” Elliot Roger.
Elliot Rodger, moments before his killing spree. Lonerdom, the psychic terrain of the killer.
Here is a man in whose sick mind, he had constructed a dystopian existence of lonerdom. He also thought that society had emasculated him to the status of a mouse— a mouse representing epic failure or a wretched creature with no sexual attractiveness, who was at best overlooked and at worst invisible and condemned to a life of isolation and rejection— especially by women. However, he considered himself "the perfect guy...ultimate alpha male, the supreme being and the nearest thing to god—sophisticated, good-looking, polite, well-educated, well-travelled, civilized, and superior.” Yet, in all his charming fabulousness, men that the 22 year old virgin considered as “lesser,thuggish unworthy, slobish, obnoxious, inferior, brute, douche-bag losers,” managed to win the fair hands of the lovely damsels, while he only lusted after them from a distance, rotting away in isolation and depression, wracked with jealousy, unable to fit in, soaking in depression. It is a sad and tragic picture of a young man who felt he was entitled to sexual fulfillment from women, for whom incidentally he nursed an intense hatred. What a complication. It seems that no one taught the poor fella that the language of love is DIALOGUE, not MONOLOGUE, for which he had become something of a specialist comic-book villain, with a voyeurs camera, worringly peeking into the romanti antics of those who had found a way out of a predicament which he found difficult to overcome.
In a rare show of character, with the help of Dutch courage, Elliot Rodgers had attended a party in hopes of socializing with girls, in the vain hope that one of them would help him lose his virginity. Instead, the socially awkward, seriously twisted sadist ends up provoking a fight in which he is severely beaten. With the strength of all the fury that had been bubbling inside him he tried unsuccessfully to push as many party goers to their death over a balcony. In stead, too drunk and physically more disadvantaged than the other alpha males, he wound up at the losing end, plunging humiliatingly down the into the streets and ending up with a broken leg. In all his humilation, he hobbles home, frothing with rage as no one bothered to help him, crawling back pathetically into the only place where he found comfort-- his mother's home..
Elliot Rodger had privileges and advantages far beyond the purview of millions—in terms of what money and celebrity can offer. but he had concocted the most depraved philosophy in his head that all he lived for was to cause others hurt. By all accounts, a good-looking articulate dude, who could have prospered, if his ego wasn't so big, the passing of each day represents a final step to his ultimate ruin—which he waited on with great anticipation. His dad, the blockbusting Hunger Games Hollywood Assistant producer Peter Rodger, had brought up his son in the lap of luxury. In some of Elliot’s videos still on Youtube, he shows off his first-class travelling lifestyle in which he is swigging champagne. He drives a sleek BMW, went to posh schools, owned designer togs—like the $300 Armani glasses he shows off in one of the videos, wears Breitlin watches. Still, the man considered himself an outcast, simply because no girl will want to sleep with him. Yet, beneath all that façade of wealth, privilege and sophistication, lurked a troubled dark insecure villain, who had created a dystopian existence for himself, so bleak he thought he had been cheated out of the pleasures of the flesh that others enjoyed unjustly. He cried, “It is not fair! It is injustice.” Yet, this is a racist who thinks that black people are inferior, he actually bemoaned, "How could an inferior, ugly black boy be able to get a white girl and not me? I am beautiful, and I am half white myself. I am descended from British Artistocracy. He is descended from slaves. I deserve it more. Elliot Rodger: Look at Me, I'm Awesome!
Celebrating his 22nd birthday, and still a virgin, never been kissed, he considers himself rejected and condemned by humanity to rot without sexual fulfilment, his leg in a plaster cast, the final straw, he tips over the edge. He. For that, those who were responsible for this pain, must suffer!! He plotted his vengeance on those who had denied him his entitlements, and humiliated him—the affections, adoration, sex, love and companionship of an attractive member of the female breed.
In a 140 page very troubling manifesto; which would in itself had become a bestseller in psychotic fiction, if Elliot Rodger had channelled his frustrations towards more positive outlets, he describes the pains of his life as a social outcast, whose blissful beginnings as a child had transformed into the horrors of adolescence—where he failed to score with the girls. Suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome, a more ruthless form of authism, may not help his temperament, for in the same document, he details a spine tingling plot to mass murder, starting with his roommates, and then luring other victims by trickery, in which he would hammer and bludgeon them before slitting their throats and skinning them, on the designated day of judgment he had marked as The Day of Retribution.
The Chilling words of a narcissistic psychopath.
He amassed an arsenal of weapons—Saubers, Glocks, knives, waiting for his day of Armageddon. On the day of his mass assassination, he uploaded 6 videos on youtube, bemoaning his unhappy lot. For a man so mentally unstable, he was allowed to legally buy guns. On a perfect Californian day, with not a single cloud in the sky, E Rodger posted videos of his monologues, of which he said in one, “It’s truly a beautiful day…” then adding, “ but a beautiful day, is the darkest hell, if you have to experience it alone—and sadly, I’ve been alone for a very long time—I’ve been attending college here in Santa Barbara for about 2 ½ Years now, and in those 2 ½ years I’Ve experienced nothing but loneliness and misery. And my problem is GIRLS! There are so many beautiful girls here, but none of them give me a chance. And I don’t know why. I don’t know why you girls are so repulsed by me—it doesn’t make sense.—I dress nice, I do everything to be attractive to you, I drive a nice car—well, better than 90% of the people at my college. Erm, you know, I’m polite, I’m the ultimate gentleman—and yet, you girls, you never give me a chance.---look at how fabulous I look…yet, I am invisible to you—beautiful blond girls, in your revealing shorts, cascading blond hairs, fabulous faces….I long to take out a girl on a date and show her that I’m worthy…I want to feel that sense of being worthy…. “
Apparently, finding no one to talk to, he had reduced his social interactions to being the voyeur that spied on young couples on beaches, who made him sick. His Facebook communications and Youtube Vlogs gave him outlets. He had joined some website on how to pick up women—in which his first post was on retribution on women in general and, wowing to wreak vengeance ." I hate them, I hate them so much. It’s not fair"—because he feels he is entitled to the affections of a woman. He longed for his childhood, during which he was pampered and taken care of, but as an adult, he struggled to cope with the vicissitudes of life. You cannot get a bigger narcissist than that. All he had to do was try!! "Revenge against humanity" was all he lived for, just because others were sexually active and he wasn't.
So on a clear sunny May 24 2014 day, Elliot fatally knifes 3 of his university roommates. Then he jumps into his sleek BMW and transformed that beautiful car into a rampaging lethal weapon, heading first to the Alpha Psi Sorority centre, the vexing place in which the targets of his sexual frustrations usually went to socialize with their fellow sisters. He knocks and once again, he is literally ignored and denied access. Angrily, he will turn his weapons on two women outside the premises, gunning them in cold blood. Nearby, he aims his Glock 34 randomly, hitting the young man; Christopher Martinez who was getting into a convenience store.. Taking to his expensive ride, he hit a kid on a bike as a chase between him and the police begin. It will end with him turning the gun to his head and smashing his skull in to end it all.
As 7 lives lay wasted, and 7 injured, another debate about the proliferation of guns in America opens and the need for background checks on gun licensees. The anguished cry one of the victims’ father echoes a caveat, a refrain that is increasingly sounds more hollow with every new mass shooting—as the NRA becomes increasingly impervious to the concerns of victims.
“Our son Christopher Martinez and six others are dead. Our family has a message for every parent out there: You don't think it'll happen to your child until it does. Chris was a really great kid. Ask anyone who knew him. His death has left our family lost and broken…Why did Chris die? Chris died because of craven irresponsible politicans and the NRA. They talk about gun rights. What about Chris's right to live? When will this insanity stop? When will enough people say, 'Stop this madness!' Too many have died. We should say to ourselves, 'Not one more!'" I agree.
Psychologists will rightfully conclude that Elliot Rodger was an arrogant self-deluded species of humanity. He was physically and emotionally weak, yet his big ego forced him into places mentally and physically where he was out of his depth. He harboured a resentment for women in general, and alhough he appears to love his mother, he begruded her for not getting married to a wealthy man and offering him a lifestyle to brag about. All he had to do was try. Try with the women, try with his male friends, and try with his parents -- including cultivating a healthy friendship with his sister. A secret most boys have discovered; be friends with your sister, she brings you nice girls. Many have failed in love and life and later prospered. At 22 he was in a rush --no one knows if he ever asked a girl out. There are 40 year old virgins living among us. It would appear Elliot was a tragic boy who struggled to accept the fact that in spite of all he had, he was not entitled to the affections of the fair damself, and he had to fight for their attention like all other meer mortals. What he has proved is that he is a weak self-reject who ejected himself from the community of civilized species— and to an extent, his death is good. If he had lived, he could've made it worse than the 6 innocent people he killed. He was racist, misogynistic, and misanthropic. I feel for the victims.
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