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Red Lake High School, north country,

The Red Lake Indian Reservation,


10 people died in the worst school shooting incident since Colorado's Columbine massacre in 1999.


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Red Lake High School in Minnesota's north country,

The Red Lake Indian Reservation,


10 people died in the worst school shooting incident since Colorado's Columbine massacre in 1999.


United States Department of Peace,

United States Department of Peace,

United States Department of Peace

(.........The Department would also have an Office of Peace Education that would work with educators in elementary, secondary and universities in the development and implementation of curricula to instruct students in peaceful conflict resolution skills. In addition, a Peace Academy, modeled after the military service academies, would be established to provide instruction in peace education and offer opportunities for graduates to serve in programs dedicated to domestic or international nonviolent conflict resolution.)


No, no, no... 24.Mar.2005 09:25


Just stop giving Prozac out.
It can push you over the edge, as in this case.
bad medicine

Speaking as one of those... 24.Mar.2005 11:33

rejekt grrrl

Speaking as one of those kids that fantasized about doing that(when I was in school). I think it was much more about the feeling of rejection. I never wanted anything that the system was providing. I was very smart and most of the classes were designed for morons. I acted out a lot. I was extremely bored. When they finally caught on that I was advanced they told me they wouldn't advance me because I'd acted out so much(the only reason they paid any attention to me in the first place). I valued non-material things like friendship and good times. I loathed material things. Mainly because I was far too poor to have them. In highschool and middle school, I felt very alone. Many of the kids did just fine with their sub standard education. Complete idiots got priority on all the good classes because they were teachers little darling or they were physically attractive. I was surrounded by people who gathered friends as though they were dollar bills or harems and not real humans. Where friendship was based on whether you bought your bag or stole it, generic or brand name. Women were particularly comodified. If you didn't play their game, they ridiculed you bitterly for challenging their fragile little empires. As though they were unhappy with their bullshit too and hated me for always pointing it out just by my existence. I wore whatever I could make or find in discount bins or free boxes. Sometimes this made me quite a spectical. I enjoyed the way it made them sqirm. But deep down I was hurt deeply by their rejection. I didn't want to live like them and couldn't. I was frustrated by that and I felt like a freak. Just as much as I made them sqirm, they made me sqirm. I was very alone except for my hand full of friends, the other rejects. The mexican kids, the native american kids, "white trash" kids, imigrants, goths, punks, GBLT, hippies, artists, abused kids, etc. We were all lumped together and bonded on the fact that we were rejected by everyone else. Day after day I would sit in class imagining myself walking in with a fully automatic weapon pumping round after round into all of their pathetic carcases. I would joke about it with my friends. I never did any such thing, but then I dropped out in 9th grade. Maybe I would have cracked if I had been forced to subject myself to that anymore.
It wasn't about glorifying violence. It was about relieving my stress. It wasn't about guns. I would have imagined it with a kitchen knife if guns didn't exist or an ax, whatever's available to do the job. I wasn't really into guns, I hated violent movies, I hated the United States Government, and I hated video games. If you are not in consumer culture, then you are seriously outside of it and no one let's you forget that for a second. If you are a woman, no one let's you forget your place for a moment. If you are too intelligent for the system and do your own independent reading, expect to be chastized and challenged at any moment, no time/place being too sacred. If abused, then home is no sanctuary either. That's a lot of pressure to bear all the time. The problem is much more systemic than all of the single issue campaigns, politicians, liberals, conservatives, neo-nazi/religious right, etc. like to claim to build their credibility and their wallets.
Since I dropped out and gained a lot more control over who I spent my time with I was almost totally cured of the fantasy. Class, sex, etc. inequality are still major stumbling blocks in my(and many others) path. But not so concentrated as they were in school. I hope this can provide some insight for you.

Speaking as one of those II 24.Mar.2005 18:13


All I can say is wow.
When I was 15 me and 2 buddies were walking in the woods and we came upon
this scene : a gathering of very large bullfrogs sitting in the mud
on a lake shore and LO AND BEHOLD these gigantic like 20lb rocks
sitting not far from them.
Weeeellllll....yall can guess what happened next.
The feeling of overwhelming godlike power was intense.
We where B-52's on a bombing mission!
We where Enola Gay and there was Hiroshima!
On a psychological level we played out a rite of passage
to maledom.
We became men that day.
Later we solemnly swore never to tell a soul what we did that day.
Our own horror and grief in ourselves over our own actions slowly
acquiesed over a period of weeks..months.
We knew we where evil-doers.
Darkness befell our souls, a sacrifice of sorts on the passage through
time into later understandings and reflections upon a society we would
come to inhabit and inherit (to some small degree).
In truth, perhaps it was our performance of that incident in our
youth that lead all three of us on the path to peace in our later
years. And perhaps now tis why it is so easy to understand
why our leaders feel the need to act out this same now universal
passion play we did so long ago only with real bombs and people.

I can't help but read rejekt grrrl's writings and surmise that
in truth it is the temptation of the devil working within all of
us to commit violence.

The Wolf You Feed; and MONTAUK BOYS 24.Mar.2005 21:55


To the 'frog man.' You are a viscious fool. I really pity you.

A Cherokee elder sitting with his grandchildren told them, "In every life there is a terrible fight--a fight between two wolves. One is evil: he is fear, anger, envy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, and deceit. The other is good: joy, serenity, humility, confidence, generosity, truth, gentleness, and compassion." A child asked, "Grandfather, which wolf will win?" The elder looked him in the eye. "The one you feed."

Kid gun downs kids
21:33 Mar-21 (8 comments)

MONTAUK BOY behavior? 21.Mar.2005 21:59
read this link

could be real stress, could be MKULTRA programming.

be aware of what your gov't does:

COLUMBINE school shootings were MONTAUK BOY psyop terror operation
author: bielek.com
This is transcribed from Alfred Bielek: Digital Video Autobiography, 6 hours, Part III

"This is one aspect I would like to get public. This Montauk Boys program is very subversive, it is very invasive, it inserts in many areas of our society in a very unobvious manner. But it's very real. . . ."


to rejekt grrrl 24.Mar.2005 23:06

yanqui latina

What you wrote was very brave and truthful and really resonated with me. I dropped out too (repeatedly- 6th 7th and 8th grade, after that i left for good) and though i never experienced that level of social isolation (because i dropped out before it got to that point) i so much relate to what you've written.
I especially appreciated what you wrote here; "I was surrounded by people who gathered friends as though they were dollar bills or harems and not real humans."
I find myself still contending with people who do that, even though i left school years ago. School can be a terrible microcosm of our society.
You are obviously very intellegent and insightful, and props on escaping public school! keep up the good writing and truth telling.