If you’re easily offended, please don’t read on. I don’t mean to make light of anyone’s suffering, at all. If anything, I’m making fun of people who say silly, sensationalistic things to capitalize on tragic events because they think that’s how best to reach people.
And I know, I know. I should retitle my blog “This is apparently a blog about Adam Lanza now.” I admit it’s a subject that fascinates me. I wish I could help people like this. I promise this is the last post I will make about him — before the next one, which could be anytime.
Remember on The Simpsons, when the Comic Book Guy said: “Ahh, the full Leonard Nimoy cycle: first I Am Spock, then I Am Not Spock, and finally I Am Also Scotty.” Leonard Nimoy really did publish books with those titles — just not the last one, because well, that’s going over-the-top crazy. (I own a copy of I Am Spock, although somewhere along the line I lost the dust jacket.)
Anyway, I hate to say it (but not enough not to say it), but all the blog posts about Adam Lanza started reminding me of this. “I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother,” “You Are Not Adam Lanza’s Mother [Which she really is not],” “I Am Adam Lanza’s Therapist” and “I Was Adam Lanza.” Maybe these people are also not, and also Scotty. Actually, I kind of like “You Are Not Adam Lanza’s Mother” for calling BS on the whole thing.