Open letter to a loser
When I learned of the break-in at the Hazen Schools last
week, and the fact that my wife’s office in the band room was
one of the rooms broken into, I was moved to write something unusually
virulent in this space.
Upon sober reflection about some of the things they did while they were
in the school and some of the things they stole (like a big bag of lollypops
from a cabinet in my wife’s office), I have come to believe that
the perpetrator(s) was or were, depending upon how many people we’re
talking about, stupid kids, emphasis on the “stupid.” I
doubt we’re dealing with hardened criminals here.
Normally, I try to refrain from writing negative things about young
people. But since these particular young people have made the decision
to act as they have, they’ll just have to deal with the consequences.
One of those consequences is contained in the following paragraphs,
so gentle readers, you may not find what follows to be exactly palatable.
Listen, you dead-from-the-neck-up moron! You need to get down on your
knees right now and pray the police find you quick. If you were smart,
which we already know you’re not, you’d get to the police
station just as fast as your little legs would carry you and beg the
fuzz to lock you up. There are bad people in this world, and believe
it or not, you are not among them. you’re just too stupid to be
running around loose. You need to be locked up for your own protection.
One of these days, you’re going to get it into your pointed little
head that you are a tough customer, that you can scare people or hurt
them if they don’t do what you want them to. This would be a very
unfortunate thing for you to start believing because it ain’t
true, bubba.
You’re just a punk of the dime-a-dozen variety. Oh, you might
be able to bully somebody physically weaker than you are, but so what?
Sooner or later you’ll try to pick on somebody who’s really
bad, and that will be the end of your story, real fast. In fact, there
was a time not that long ago when I would have enjoyed doing some very
unpleasant things to you myself, just for the exercise. Fortunately
for you, I don’t look for opportunities to do that sort of thing
anymore. Don’t kid yourself, though. I still know how.
Do yourself a big favor and either turn yourself in to the law, or go
crawl back under whatever wet rock you crawled out from, along with
the rest of the insects. And understand this: you are a loser. You and
everybody like you who violates the privacy and property of someone
else because you are too lazy and stupid to earn things for yourself.
Without a major attitude change, you will always be a loser because
you don’t even have the intelligence or industry to become a competent
criminal. One of these days, you’ll commit a crime with a gun,
and that will give all kinds of people who are a lot more efficient
at using a gun than you are, an excuse to use a gun on you. Won’t
that be fun? The thing is, sport, those bullets hurt a whole lot going
in and even more coming out, and what they do in between going in and
coming out is incredibly nasty.
A life of crime is for chumps, because the odds are against you from
the get-go. Take a look around, bright eyes. You don’t see any
old tough guys. They don’t live that long.
Okay, I got that off my chest. Just think what it would have been like
if I had written something unusually virulent.