I never comment on the news

I was going to do a critical essay on the writings of the Virginia tech shooter and I never finished writing it. I swear, I have things to say about current events. I just don't seem to say them to any conclusion. Because I write and write and find the signs of a madman and then realize that I have written about 600 words just to say a four word sentiment: "Wow, he was crazy." And really, I think what triggered the essay in the first place was that exact sentiment. What insight could I possibly be giving? I mean, "Hey everyone, I can tell a delusional sociopath from his ten minute one act. Mind you, I'm reading this one act because he killed 32 people, but how conclusive is that?"

So the whole story I guess got forgotten already anyway because some actor went to rehab.
Maybe I should write about how crazy media is for making murderers famous and then forgetting just in time for copy cats or like-minded damaged people to sprout up unhindered. But that's kinda obvious, too.

Strangely enough, rehab has its own copy cats. Everyone's doing it.

I have no conclusion here.

See? What did I say? Blah blah blah no conclusion. I don't know why I even blog.