Technical Foul...

He Bangs, He Bangs... (oh, c'mon, you know you were thinking it)

"You had a hundred billion ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood," said Cho Seung-hui. "You forced me into a corner and you gave me only one option, but the decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."

Uhhhh... okay, dude, you lost me.

You felt alienated because you were made fun of? Because people mocked the way you speak? Because you didn't have money? Welcome to the club, dickweed. (I have had a girlfriend I wanted to kill, but that was while we were actually going out).

Just so all the aspiring School Shooters out there don't get the wrong message; this does not make you cool. This will not get your message across, unless your message is "I'm a maladjusted whiny douchebag who can't cope with my own shortcomings and have no sense of personal responsibility," in which case this will probably do the job nicely.

All this dumb bastard did was make himself even MORE reviled than he already was, and prove that the Manifesto-Writing class at Virginia Tech needs an over haul.

Congrats, dumbass, you're one of the most hated retards in America. I'm glad you're dead. Say hi to all the other little pissants in that same circle of Hell reserved for people who think they're more notorious than they actually are.