Littleton Mon Amour

Littleton on my mind... I have read what Bigfoot has written about Littleton and the closest thing to right on was the piece in Salon Online, the rest sucked big time. Maudlin crocodile tears shed by writers who spent their lives living off press releases thrown to them by contemptuous press officers turn the dailies into soap operas.

I lived in Littleton for a couple of years and found it to be mainly a spiritual waste land dedicated to capitalism. People whose only concern is the gathering of money live there by the tens of thousands. It is a town of villains and evil doers; look at all the full churches, filled with intolerant Christians. There is no center to the town and it is schizophrenic, split between two counties: sprawling corrupt Jefferson County and sprawling corrupt Arapahoe County. There is no art or culture and all attempts to home grow it are met with weed killer and talk of communist plots. The Arts are not welcome in the land of Mammon.

My ex’s nephew was a dope dealer at Columbine in the eighties and he was typical lost richies whose parents moved, left him behind, a stay at home kid at twenty-two, still dealing. He was aspiring to become a mule on the Aspen run, a typical fry from the burbs. His mom was Church of Christ and called the Virgin Mary by the rest of the family; his life was is as meaningless today as it was then I’d hazard to guess. He was welcome in Littleton; he made money and paid cop’s wages.

Rich crumbling schools without enough money to educate anyone in anything except foot ball and basket ball players, the rest simply learn to conform. Jocks with empty Christian smiles as empty as the preachers who roger their choir boys, walk like empty headed princes, beating the different. Hell and brimfire evangelists preach repentance and what went wrong when the choirboy turned his cheap fantasy gun on his fellow inmates. The brave law enforcement types outside the school pointing guns at students, scolding parents, press, and video games but not saving the teacher bleeding to death in the hall: medals for all, blame for the usual suspects until the next kid snaps... Up against the wall kids. No one talks about the movie If by Lindsey Anderson made back in 1968, I recommend it to all high school freshmen.

What is high school but a rerun of every prison movie made? The girls out of Buffy and the boys out of some sadistic fantasy along with the usual mealy mouthed, toad like administrators and teachers trying to survive their mediocrity and dishonor populate this landscape of teen wasteland. Along the way there are the twenty or so undercover cops who must have been in school narc-ing in the war on drugs, everyone gets to narc off each other. When they get to the university the kids realize that narc-ing becomes politically correct thinking.

Then we have our president waiting to play predator on the coeds of Littleton. Can any one believe in him or his office as he bombs the Serbs into humility and condemns the children for bombing their tormentors’ bodies. The Democratic party wants its police to be the only armed body roaming the land so they can kill us like rats or place us in the waiting camps.

Hey folks, these were rich kids who paid for their illegal weapons, not some ghetto guy trying to make some scratch on rock, no these were clean living takers of the prescription drug. These were the winners in the reincarnation finals: a BMW, a shrink and a wall around home: no problem. They were bowling with their victims the morning before the shooting ,it took a lot of planning their cold moves, cold as a school counselor who wants to be a friend; it’s a jungle out there. Like the booby trapping of the bodies and blowing up the butchered, these guys had minds filled with The Simsons sort of humor.

Then comes the pitiful gristly tale of the funeral for the Shoels boy, is where the step father bars the door to the funeral to the natural father of the boy. Shoels Senior then lies, saying he was the natural father. This is a man who is about to use his pet lawyers to sue and his agent to raise money off his step son’s body. Did he teach his son how to bully? He played the race card, now is Sheols simply another Twana Brawley in drag? Isn’t this the great American Way? One wonders why kids wear black and live in shadow; terrible shadow might be better than the hell of the middle class life. Hell is a shopping mall.

Trying to find the killers, they are hidden by the other monsters, lawyers who feed on bodies, cops who accuse a kid of being an accomplice, then take it back, then tell the kid school is now unsafe for him. If one thinks one knows that the Dawinist premise of high school is to make these young people conform at all costs not to educate them, then one knows the cops were simply punishing a survivor to save their own craven skins.

The Killers remain in the dark but the adults emerge as evil money grubbing bugs feeding on the bodies of the dead. The Harris family hides behind the gated community concept. The Harris money has something to do with the contrails present before the killings started. The Kleblods try to understand what is happening, Sheols is counting the money he’s sure to take from the Harris and Kleblod families. His agent will book him to speak to children about morality , sort of like our President. The County sheriff hides behind his badge after making a survivor wish he hadn’t survived with a untrue accusation. The killers were colder than their parents but everything a child does is learned behavior. Harris, Klebold, Shoels, Clinton and the other parents are all caught in the dance of Kali.

Meanwhile the cops are arresting kids in black across this land, being cheered on by a free press. The press wants all to dress in cheap suits and kiss cops’ asses. This is the same press that hides the killers’ motives and simplifies the world so Willie Clinton their God can skip and go naked. Who are the cops anyway, grown up jocks on donuts?

Then there are the psychologists, mostly followers of Skinner, who are feeding on the grief, careful to avoid any deep thinking and being certain to sound politically correct.. These pimps would wring money out of a dead kid’s coffin right beside the politician, ready to trade our rights for another chance at office after raping whom ever.

The psychologist pimp is worse than the politician as he messes with the kid’s minds and leaves them on unnecessary and/or dangerous meds.

Were the killers Nazis or were they homegrown Americans in the shadow of Charlie Starkweather? Were they living out Mien Kempf , In Cold Blood, or Halfway Down the Stairs , the life and good times of Ted Bundy? Rich kids with guns is not anything new or exclusive to the United States. India, land of peace and meditation, has a similar problem, Russia is run by the party bosses’ kids with guns. Same in Latin America, we are not unique, the rich kid with the gun is doing the same as what his daddy is doing in the work place. Life and death and control are the issues.

©Cordley Coit