Let’s get something straight, I am not hear to draw attention to Cho’s actions or his life in a manner that will glorify the little cock. The fact is, you take a gun, car, electric razor…. whatever your weapon of choice is - and end 32 people’s lives - well you are going to get attention. That’s just a fact. Hitler got a lot of attention too. Good for him. Hell, every American knows who Osama Bin Laden is, (and coincidentally he was runner-up for the award about to be given this year after taking first place in the last 5 years running) and he’s a professional piece of shit well beyond the years of Cho. But sometimes pieces of shit get free press and publicity too, even if it’s often posthumously.

I have a magnet on my refrigerator that reads as such:

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. But when life gives you limes, make margaritas!”

I love that magnet. In my personal view, it basically means that life is hard. Sometimes life is harder than other times, but overall it can be a struggle. Certain things make life easier… good friends, family, alcohol and lots of sex definitely come to mind. But sometimes even those things are few and far between as to being with our grasp. Those are the times that test people the most and show what they are truly made of. They distinguish themselves amongst their peers, and when the going get’s tough - the ones who fight off the inner demons to ultimately succeed are the ones who achieve greatness.

Shakespeare was quoted as saying “Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Unfortunately - not everyone can or is great. Shakespeare’s quote should have read the previous, but added the following addendum:

“But some people are afraid of greatness. So rather than try to achieve even mediocrity, they go the opposite direction. They are born pieces of shit, and they perpetuate the piece of shit status by thrusting it on everyone else around them until ultimately their legacy is being the biggest piece of shit ever.”

Somehow it’s easy to see how magnanimous Shakespeare was while my words will remain quoteless for time and eternity, but hopefully you get my point.

Cho was and is that piece of shit. He was the guy that when the going got tough, he blamed the people around him. He was the guy too dumb to talk to women, so instead of reading a good book like Neil Strauss’ “The Game: Penetrating the Underground Society of the Professional Pick-Up Artist” and learning how to talk to women, he instead stalked them, cursed them, and eventually shot them in the head. Cho was the guy who made himself friendless by being an anti-social vegetable in his apartment and classes, wearing sunglasses and keeping his head down to justify the fact people didn’t want to speak to him.

But Cho didn’t stop there. He couldn’t accept just being a piece of shit. He wanted eternal piece of shit status. He wanted to make sure everyone knew his name, all those friends he never did a thing for and then wondered why they weren’t his, all those girls he masturbated to in his closet and then wondered why they never slept with him, and all those teachers who called him crazy and didn’t see his true genius of being a piece of shit. So he went out, bought a gun, contrived a plan, took pictures, wrote a manifesto, interviewed himself on video, killed some people, went to the Post Office, and then ended 30 more lives before doing us the one favor we all now, in retrospect, wish he did first.

Maybe he didn’t realize that suicide would have left a legacy that at least his parents could live with. But now, Mr. Seung Hui, Sr. will be forced to take his own life to not bear the shame his son brought upon his family. Cho - you just killed your dad. Way to go asshole.