Go to bed!

Ah, this is My Home. Now, let me show you the door. 😉

Guess again. 😉

Goddamnit, what’s your god damn question?! 😉

Well, if you had to hazard a guess: who do you think put in concerted effort to break the glass?

Young padawan, you really need to try to learn how to read cursive. tsk tsk. It’s an invaluable skill to have.

Now, don’t go reading anything into it. 😉  Just merely used an anigif that expressed my feeling.  

This was discussed before here.  (hey, look! I’m spoon feeding ya this one instead of telling you to use the E-C Search. ;))

Detonated bomb photos?  I’m not sure what you mean?  You mean inert bomb photos? I didn’t post any exploded bomb photos. 

Nah, not really. cause if you really think about it: in the end, Dylan’s actions continually demonstrated that he was Eric’s truest friend of all. He was always there for Eric and until the very end. Actions speak louder than words and mean so more than mere titles of ‘best friend.’ 

Well, first of all, both boys were equally responsible for the van theft. Doesn’t matter if both boys made attempts to break the window and because only one broke the glass, that boy is responsible. So, even if Dylan actually took the equipment out of the van, Eric stood guard as the look-out both boys were complicit and equally culpable in the act of working together jointly as a team to take items that didn’t belong to them from the van. (You can kind of imagine this whole scenario like the bumbling thieves in Home Along, can’t you? ;))   And so given that: both Eric and Dylan would have been assigned the task of writing an apology letter to the owner of the van. Without a doubt.  So, the question here isn’t ‘why didn’t Dylan also have to write an apology letter’ but instead, why didn’t Jeffco release Dylan’s apology letter along with Eric’s?  That is the actual question here. And, it’s a damn good one. Whyyyy. 😉  I would so give anything to see Dylan’s take on Apology 101.

I think you’d have to ask the SWAT to actually explain why they felt it necessary to drag around Rachel’s dead body. It would’ve been obvious to them when they approached her and checked her pulse, etc. that she had already expired. Either way, if they knew she was dead or was hanging on by a thread, It made no logical sense that they would drag her body around by the feet like a lifeless ragdoll, bumping her head on the grass, causing trauma to her body and most assuredly disrupting the crime scene. They apparently knew Richard was alive and wounded and they relocated him in a more appropriate manner warranted to someone still living – even still though, given his injuries, moving him at all, may not have been the best thing to do.  But with Rachel,  they not only dragged her body to one particular place out of the way. No, instead they dragged her to various places multiple times. They lastly moved her from an okay place behind the yellow fire truck to a very not okay visible place right out by the sidewalk in which fleeing students would unquestionably see her as they fled the school. There’s no good explanation for doing that at all. The spot she was in also ran the risk of bolting students potentially stampeding her in their already panicked state. No, I certainly cannot explain why the SWAT did that to Rachel living or dead. I doubt the SWAT could explain it either. They fucked up a lot that day and that’s essentially what I chalk it up to. 

Hm, well, in the immediate future not too terribly “exotic” but a lovely change of pace all the same down in San Diego with fam.  Thanks, anon. Ily2 ❤

Hmm, do I ever not a n swer..  *scratches head*  Oh, I see:  Would I ever answer well thought out questions that weren’t already answered before and can’t be found in the search?   Yes, it would be ideal being able to answer those types of question more frequently. The problem is I generally prefer spending time on those. It takes some thought and also me being in the right frame of mind to respond to those sorts of questions or to do some searches of my own to find supporting information, images, etc. Unfortunately these days, I don’t always have the luxury of time or I’m tired after work, or my weekend commitments are elsewhere, you know?  So, basically, I answer what I’m able to and when I can. If I see questions that I know have been answered before, I tend to take care of those by directing people to the search.   Tbh, truth be told, I’m honestly a little bit burnt out at the moment and am in bad need of a summer vacation.. Anyway, if I don’t get to your question, please know that it’s never with the intent of avoiding answering Qs.  🙂 

I’ve seen that discussion floating around on Tumblr. But I feel it’s rather important to read it within the context of her story and not just by itself to fully understand her considering/clinging to such conspiracy theory type things. Perhaps I’ll post the audio of her reading it too as well because you can glean so much more by way of her voice inflection. 

CHAPTER 10 The End of Denial

“Right now all I want to do is die. Tom keeps saying he wishes he had never been born. Dylan was so loved, but he didn’t feel loved. I don’t think he loved anyone or anything. How did it happen? I didn’t know the boy I saw [on those
tapes] today. My relationship with Dylan in my head and heart has changed.”—Journal entry, October 1999

“In October, six months after Columbine, the sheriff’s department agreed to share the evidence they’d collected. They invited Tom and me to come in for a presentation of the material. My reaction to this news was complicated. After months of speculation and rumor and misinformation, it was a relief to know we would finally have the truth. At the same time (and for the same reason), I was petrified. As I wrote the week before: The meeting will take more courage than I can muster. I can only have my own little construct of what really happened until

I speak with the investigators. I don’t want them to destroy the Dylan I am holding on to in my mind.

Two days before we were scheduled to go in, Gary Lozow called. The sheriff’s department had told him they would be presenting video evidence as part of their report, and wanted to warn us that seeing it might well be “more painful than April twentieth.”

Gary assumed they were referring to surveillance tape. Tom said he’d refuse to watch footage of the massacre. I couldn’t believe we were even discussing such a thing. If I had to see Dylan killing people, I’d go mad.

The night before the meeting, Tom and I compiled a list of questions. We were still convinced that Dylan had either been a reluctant participant or accidentally become entangled in something bigger than he understood at the time. We’d heard a rumor that military training materials on brainwashing techniques had been found in the Harris home, which had refueled our belief that Dylan had been another victim of the tragedy. It was plausible; Mr. Harris did have a military background. I entertained fantasies that we’d be able to hold public memorial service.

But that was only a moment. I was coming to understand how fragile a construct we had created. Denial had been a necessary—indeed, perhaps a lifesaving—defense mechanism for me. As time went on, though, it was becoming more difficult to sustain. Much of what was reported in the media was wrong, which reinforced our skepticism. But we knew that Dylan had participated in the purchase of guns, and there were many credible eyewitness reports of Dylan shooting kids, and of the hateful things he’d said. The cracks in my cobbled-together belief system were beginning to widen. As I suspected, the meeting at the sheriff’s office would blow them wide open.”

“Today is really like the end of my life as I knew it before. If I learn horrible things tomorrow that I must carry with me from now on, I will look back on today and remember it as the end of a better time. We worked on our questions tonight. Byron gave me a long hug to help me face tomorrow. I hope tomorrow does not destroy the memory of the boy I loved. I don’t know what this video is they want us to see.” —Journal entry, October 1999

– Sue Klebold “A Mother’s Reckoning”

Yeah, Robyn seems kind of calmly detached like she’s going through the motions of the interview. That ‘rude interviewer’ is basically the way Diane Sawyer poses questions interrogates people.  Sue was dealt the same sort of insinuating type questions as well on 20/20 with her very first interview Feb 2016.(I always felt like Oprah would’ve done 100 times a better job of interviewing Sue for her emotional intelligence and empathic compassionate style. You can also bet we wouldn’t .known more inside scoop, personal anecdotes about Dylan with Sue had Oprah been the interviewer.)  Diane Sawyer has always been kind of a cold bitch asking pointed questions.  I spoke a bit more about my feeling on Robyn’s interview here.  

The duo thing is rare. Generally, pairings aren’t always on the same page nor as loyal. to a fault.  In any case, if anything comes along, it’ll never be quite the likes of these two. And I’d wager they’ll be trying to model themselves after E & D and pretentiously so.  I think Eric and Dylan are a one time deal that happened at the right-wrong certain point in history which made a well, what else can I say here? except ‘lasting impression on the world’. 

I think their ordinary-ness, their dorky, flawed relatability in attempting to be individualistic yet at the same time, not pretentiously so, is what sort of makes them seem ‘cool’ – even though what they ended up doing SO not makes them cool.   If they felt like outsider geeks while alive they are eternally on the outside now.  They damned themselves from this world forever.

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That was only a rough draft of their schedule but ultimately the car bombs ended up being set to go off at noon. Setting the car bombs off only one minute after the cafeteria bombs wouldn’t have killed cops and first responders as they wouldn’t have even been on the scene just yet. I’m sure they revised their plans a few times and refined them even just the night before by phone.

Given the timing of these bombs, it makes perfect sense as to why they returned to the library around noon and went to its expansive windows waiting for the show to go down with a sweet, perfect view. They were hoping that their car bombs would explode but instead? yet another massive flop and so it ended up becoming a shootout with the cops just down below. Followed by their suicide around 8 minutes after that.