Then one day he blew

It pains our hearts to see the carnage in Virgina. The nation, the world, stops and stares not able to find adequate words to express the shock and sorrow. Although the gunman fit the criteria to obtain a handgun, he seemed hard put to fit into the norms of campus society. Funny how that is. Odd, a loner, quiet, strange, anti-social one by one traits noticed by a few but not quite enough to set off the early warning alarm. Not even mentioned with his filled-out form and ID cards presented for the background check to buy what turned out to be his weapons of mass destruction. The hazy signs existed, dabbed here and there like graffiti sprayed on walls, but the mural of Mr. Cho Seung-Hui's massacre can only be brought into focus by taking a few steps back, only after the shots stopped ringing and the smoke drifted away. As skewed as his vision was he saw it with crystal clarity. He had his plan and when the time came he executed it. After getting the taste of blood, he methodically went back to his dorm room sent his 'manifesto" to NBC and loaded his pockets with clips of ammo, to finish the job. The fuse was lit long ago in Seung-Hui's disturbed brain, smoldering until it exploded on a Monday morning in April. Not the first, and unfortunately not the last. Once again another who slipped through the cracks to shatter many innocent lives around him.