Yesterday when I saw the pictures was when I really started to hate the son of a bitch. The tragedy, the evil of what Cho Seung-Hui did was easy to see, but it wasn’t until I saw the photos he sent to NBC Monday morning during the two-hour lull in his killing spree that I got a concrete sense of who this guy was and what he really did. Cho mailed NBC a package with photos he’d taken of himself, videos where he addresses the camera and sort of explains his motives for the massacre, and a written manifesto. People have called him troubled, creepy, a loner, a monster, but the one thing he was above all the rest, the one thing he was that fed — maybe poisoned? — everything else, was a coward.
The pictures show Cho striking various menacing poses, pointing his guns at the camera and at his own head, most of the time with this carefully affected cold-blooded stare on his face. I’ve read and heard various news people and commentators describe how chilling and disturbing these pics are, which I understand — they are pictures of a dead guy who murdered 32 people a few days ago. But I wasn’t chilled or disturbed. I was pissed off more than anything, along with a combination of disgust and pity. The little cocksucker mails pictures of himself pretending to be a badass to NBC — which took longer than it should have because the stupid fuck couldn’t get the address right — then chains the doors shut at Norris Hall and murders 30 more people. I look at those pictures and I don’t see the face of a grim, intimidating man, an avenger striking out against his persecutors; I see a scared-shitless little kid playing with a gun and acting tough.
He talks in his manifesto and on the videos about how he’s been “crucified” by people, and he mentions “martyrs” like “Eric and Dylan,” meaning the two kids who carried out the massacre at Columbine High School eight years ago. Eric and Dylan weren’t martyrs and neither was this wimpy little punk-ass. Shaving your head and buying a gun doesn’t make you tough. It doesn’t take any balls to shoot a bunch of unarmed people in a school. The power you get from pointing a gun at someone is the cheapest, laziest kind of power you can have. Cho Seung-Hui aspired to be a hard, vicious motherfucker, but if he ever came across the real thing he’d have shit his pants and ran the other way. He was a coward. He killed like a coward and he died like one, blowing his own head off so he wouldn’t have to face the consequences of what he’d done.
Sorry, Seung-Hui — you may have been one dangerous dude walking around armed to the teeth on a gun-free college campus, but your bullshit tough-guy posturing doesn’t impress me any. Have fun in Hell.