Its funny how long it takes tragic news to sink in for me. I was watching the coverage of the VT massacre for a couple of hours before I really started feeling the scope of it.

 Events like this make me obsess over how this kind of evil invades a person. I start to feel that we as a species are scum and how brutal and cold people can be.

Then there are the finger pointers. These people really annoy me. Look, you can’t prevent this kind of event. You cannot lock-down the world every time someone gets shot. Yo can’t act on every disturbing creative writing project. I hate it that the people who did their absolute best to handle an impossible-to-handle situation are being criticized by idiot Monday morning quarterbacks, or even worse, the leeches that pounce on this opportunity to promote a political agenda.

Laws cannot prevent this. Gun control cannot prevent this. Psychiatry, religion, law enforcement – all powerless to prevent this. Violence on TV didn’t cause it. Nor did video-games, or Pokemon.

 The shooter caused it. He is the only one to blame. And I won’t use his name because I won’t give him any glory.

It depresses me that people think its funny to call other Universities the next day and make bomb threats. And because people are understandably wary of being scrutinized by idiots, Universities were shut down, and classes canceled. Probably over a 13 year old’s prank call.

And just when I get to the point where I think there is no hope for decency, the inevitable happens. The hero emerges. Or heroes in this case.

Like the students who have gathered together in sorrow and solidarity, but pulsed with spirit and hope.

Like the professor who, at the somber gathering, delivered an inspired message of hope and healing.

And then there was Professor Liviu Librescu a 76 year old Holocaust survivor, who barricaded the door with his body, preventing the gunman from entering the room, so his students could jump out the windows, saving their lives.

This man survived the Third Reich, only fall to a madman’s bullet. But his story, abaove all others in this sad, sad turn of events, fills me with hope.