Unless You've Been Knee Deep in The Blood, I Don't Want To Hear From You
A Masterclass in Societal Contradictions, Served with a Side of Sarcasm
Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round as we wade into the murky swamp of modern absurdity, where logic goes to die and contradictions reign supreme. The latest tragedy in Minneapolis—a school shooting that claimed two young lives and left 17 others injured—has once again exposed the bewildering inconsistencies of a society that can’t decide whether its youth are masterminds or morons. Buckle up, because this one’s a doozy, and I’m not holding back on the eye-rolling commentary. Let’s start with the age-old question: when does a human become competent enough to make life-altering decisions? Apparently, the answer depends on which soapbox you’re standing on. At 15 or 16, some argue kids are ready to cast votes that shape the nation’s future—because nothing screams “informed electorate” like a TikTok-addled teenager who can’t decide between algebra homework and a Fortnite marathon. Yet, we’re told the brain doesn’t fully develop until 25, a convenient factoid trotted out to explain why young adults can’t be trusted with a beer but can absolutely sign up to dodge bullets in the military at 17 with a parent’s signature. Oh, and don’t forget: at 18, you’re adult enough to rot in federal prison but not mature enough to sip a merlot. Consistency? We don’t know her. Enter the tragic figure of Robin (formerly Robert) Westman, the 23-year-old shooter whose manifesto and selfie videos—promptly scrubbed from social media, because priorities—laid bare a tortured mind grappling with gender dysphoria, suicidal ideation, and a fixation on violence. The New York Times, in a display of journalistic rigor that would make a Magic 8-Ball blush, claims to be “baffled” by Westman’s motive. Allow me to feign shock: *gasp* Could it be the self-professed hatred of life, obsession with mass shooters, or belief that “violence would balance the cosmic scales”? Nah, let’s go with “motive unknown” and call it a day. Minneapolis Police Chief Brian O’Hara echoed this head-in-the-sand approach, presumably too busy to scroll through X for the unfiltered truth the rest of us saw coming a mile away. Westman, who changed his gender in 2017 while attending Annunciation Catholic School (where his mother worked, because irony loves company), returned to his alma mater to unleash chaos. His own words paint a grim picture: “I was corrupted by this world,” he wrote, “and I have learned to hate what life is.” He didn’t want to send a message; he just wanted to revel in the sickness. The FBI, under Director Kash Patel, is treating this as domestic terrorism and a hate crime targeting Catholics. But don’t worry, folks—the narrative gatekeepers are working overtime to keep this story neatly vague, even as independent sleuths on X outpace the platforms’ censorship bots. Good luck controlling that wildfire. Lest we think Westman’s case is a one-off, let’s rewind to March 2023, when Audrey Hale, a 28-year-old transgender individual born female but identifying as male, stormed The Covenant School in Nashville, Tennessee, gunning down six people, including three children, before police ended the rampage. Hale’s manifesto reeked of rage and despair, a grim echo of Westman’s torment, pointing to a toxic cocktail of gender dysphoria and unaddressed mental anguish. Not every transgender person is a ticking time bomb—let’s not get carried away—but the numbers don’t lie: a 2023 Williams Institute study pegs suicidal ideation at 81% for transgender adults, with 42% attempting it, dwarfing the general population’s 4.6%. Worse, a 2024 TriNetX study found that those who’ve undergone gender-affirming surgery are 12.12 times more likely to attempt suicide than those who haven’t. Band-Aids on arterial wounds don’t cut it; real compassion demands we dig into the root of this despair, not cheerlead irreversible fixes that might deepen the void. Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room, shall we? We live in a world where we’re told kids as young as 10 can make irreversible decisions about their gender—because nothing says “self-awareness” like a prepubescent navigating existential crises while drowning in hormones. Meanwhile, the same “experts” clutch their pearls at the idea of these kids buying a pack of cigarettes before 21. The brain’s not developed until 25, they cry, unless we’re talking about voting or transitioning, in which case, full steam ahead! It’s almost as if the rules are made up on the fly by people who’ve never met an actual teenager. And don’t get me started on the talking heads at MSNBC, who’d rather pontificate about “systemic biases” than admit some people’s brains never graduate from the sandbox. Giant babies, indeed. Back in the 1980s, life was simpler. High schoolers dealt with hormones the old-fashioned way: awkward dances, bad haircuts, and yelling at their parents before begging for a ride to the mall. Transgenderism wasn’t a cultural phenomenon; it wasn’t even a whisper. Effeminate behavior was socially corrected—harshly, yes, but effectively—before it spiraled into identity crises fueled by “experts” peddling hormone cocktails like they’re handing out candy. Today, we’ve upgraded to a system where we pump kids full of artificial hormones, drop them into the hormonal hellscape of high school, and act surprised when some can’t cope. Progressive progress, everyone: a glittering utopia of chaos, misery, and adults telling struggling kids they’re “normal” when they feel anything but. Westman’s parents and teachers promised him a brighter future post-transition. Spoiler alert: they lied. Seven years after graduating, he returned to the source of his pain—his school—and left a trail of devastation. He’s gone now, but so are innocent lives, and the ripple effects will haunt families forever. The FBI better chase down everyone complicit, from enablers to ideologues, because this isn’t just about one broken soul. It’s about a system that’s lost the plot. So here we are, wading through the fog of “hot takes” while the usual suspects scramble to keep the narrative on a leash. But this time, the truth slipped the cage, and it’s demanding a reckoning. Society can’t keep pretending mental illness is a personality quirk or that kids are simultaneously wise enough to vote and too fragile for a vodka soda. Pick a lane, people. And maybe, just maybe, stop acting surprised when the puzzle pieces—ignored for years—form a picture nobody wants to see.
Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round as we wade into the murky swamp of modern absurdity, where logic goes to die and contradictions reign supreme. The latest tragedy in Minneapolis—a school shooting that claimed two young lives and left 17 others injured—has once again exposed the bewildering inconsistencies of a society that can’t decide whether its youth are masterminds or morons. Buckle up, because this one’s a doozy, and I’m not holding back on the eye-rolling commentary. Let’s start with the age-old question: when does a human become competent enough to make life-altering decisions? Apparently, the answer depends on which soapbox you’re standing on. At 15 or 16, some argue kids are ready to cast votes that shape the nation’s future—because nothing screams “informed electorate” like a TikTok-addled teenager who can’t decide between algebra homework and a Fortnite marathon. Yet, we’re told the brain doesn’t fully develop until 25, a convenient factoid trotted out to explain why young adults can’t be trusted with a beer but can absolutely sign up to dodge bullets in the military at 17 with a parent’s signature. Oh, and don’t forget: at 18, you’re adult enough to rot in federal prison but not mature enough to sip a merlot. Consistency? We don’t know her. Enter the tragic figure of Robin (formerly Robert) Westman, the 23-year-old shooter whose manifesto and selfie videos—promptly scrubbed from social media, because priorities—laid bare a tortured mind grappling with gender dysphoria, suicidal ideation, and a fixation on violence. The New York Times, in a display of journalistic rigor that would make a Magic 8-Ball blush, claims to be “baffled” by Westman’s motive. Allow me to feign shock: *gasp* Could it be the self-professed hatred of life, obsession with mass shooters, or belief that “violence would balance the cosmic scales”? Nah, let’s go with “motive unknown” and call it a day. Minneapolis Police Chief Brian O’Hara echoed this head-in-the-sand approach, presumably too busy to scroll through X for the unfiltered truth the rest of us saw coming a mile away. Westman, who changed his gender in 2017 while attending Annunciation Catholic School (where his mother worked, because irony loves company), returned to his alma mater to unleash chaos. His own words paint a grim picture: “I was corrupted by this world,” he wrote, “and I have learned to hate what life is.” He didn’t want to send a message; he just wanted to revel in the sickness. The FBI, under Director Kash Patel, is treating this as domestic terrorism and a hate crime targeting Catholics. But don’t worry, folks—the narrative gatekeepers are working overtime to keep this story neatly vague, even as independent sleuths on X outpace the platforms’ censorship bots. Good luck controlling that wildfire. Lest we think Westman’s case is a one-off, let’s rewind to March 2023, when Audrey Hale, a 28-year-old transgender individual born female but identifying as male, stormed The Covenant School in Nashville, Tennessee, gunning down six people, including three children, before police ended the rampage. Hale’s manifesto reeked of rage and despair, a grim echo of Westman’s torment, pointing to a toxic cocktail of gender dysphoria and unaddressed mental anguish. Not every transgender person is a ticking time bomb—let’s not get carried away—but the numbers don’t lie: a 2023 Williams Institute study pegs suicidal ideation at 81% for transgender adults, with 42% attempting it, dwarfing the general population’s 4.6%. Worse, a 2024 TriNetX study found that those who’ve undergone gender-affirming surgery are 12.12 times more likely to attempt suicide than those who haven’t. Band-Aids on arterial wounds don’t cut it; real compassion demands we dig into the root of this despair, not cheerlead irreversible fixes that might deepen the void. Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room, shall we? We live in a world where we’re told kids as young as 10 can make irreversible decisions about their gender—because nothing says “self-awareness” like a prepubescent navigating existential crises while drowning in hormones. Meanwhile, the same “experts” clutch their pearls at the idea of these kids buying a pack of cigarettes before 21. The brain’s not developed until 25, they cry, unless we’re talking about voting or transitioning, in which case, full steam ahead! It’s almost as if the rules are made up on the fly by people who’ve never met an actual teenager. And don’t get me started on the talking heads at MSNBC, who’d rather pontificate about “systemic biases” than admit some people’s brains never graduate from the sandbox. Giant babies, indeed. Back in the 1980s, life was simpler. High schoolers dealt with hormones the old-fashioned way: awkward dances, bad haircuts, and yelling at their parents before begging for a ride to the mall. Transgenderism wasn’t a cultural phenomenon; it wasn’t even a whisper. Effeminate behavior was socially corrected—harshly, yes, but effectively—before it spiraled into identity crises fueled by “experts” peddling hormone cocktails like they’re handing out candy. Today, we’ve upgraded to a system where we pump kids full of artificial hormones, drop them into the hormonal hellscape of high school, and act surprised when some can’t cope. Progressive progress, everyone: a glittering utopia of chaos, misery, and adults telling struggling kids they’re “normal” when they feel anything but. Westman’s parents and teachers promised him a brighter future post-transition. Spoiler alert: they lied. Seven years after graduating, he returned to the source of his pain—his school—and left a trail of devastation. He’s gone now, but so are innocent lives, and the ripple effects will haunt families forever. The FBI better chase down everyone complicit, from enablers to ideologues, because this isn’t just about one broken soul. It’s about a system that’s lost the plot. So here we are, wading through the fog of “hot takes” while the usual suspects scramble to keep the narrative on a leash. But this time, the truth slipped the cage, and it’s demanding a reckoning. Society can’t keep pretending mental illness is a personality quirk or that kids are simultaneously wise enough to vote and too fragile for a vodka soda. Pick a lane, people. And maybe, just maybe, stop acting surprised when the puzzle pieces—ignored for years—form a picture nobody wants to see.