American Virgin was mad that he couldnt find a girl so he goes Rampage and kills 6 People

[Nexus]

I'm still a virgin.

 

[Hasbara Buster]

Poor guy, I wish he knew that there is more to life than sticking your organ in a hole.

 

[Gandhi G in da house]

well, I was not comparing but yes people judge you for various reasons, starting from your table manners to state of your garden, to your car, to how you behave and what sort of life you lead.
Vast majority of people are couples here, so they think something wrong with loners. This is true that there is pressure, both on guys and girls to get a partner.
And sex is considered vital for leading a healthy life (physical/emotional) here and I tend to believe its true. Unless somebody is asexual(some are) or dont want sex out of their own choice, I think people having inadequate sex life is a bit of risk to society.

There is a problem with this attitude and you are in denial mode about it. Nobody should be considered a risk to society or unhealthy for not having a girlfriend or not having an adequate (according to whose standards ?) sex life. This is the kind of attitude of society that got to the head of this guy. Sex life and relationships are a man/woman's personal matter and that is how they should always remain. You are talking as if this attitude is justified and praiseworthy. There is no justification for it.

 

[Hamartia Antidote]

The fact is, this kid is a spoiled rich brat, who comes from a background of white privilege and entitlement, who grew up in a society whose culture is out-right 'dull' and where teens have NOTHING to do besides just think about "sex" all the time..because that is what happens when your entire culture promotes the unlimited fulfillment of your desires, and the exploitation and oppression of women as nothing more than sex objects.

You won't see such things happening in dynamic, colorful, and 'happening' cultures like that of India/Pakistan. Anyone who has lived in both lands would attest to the fact that in America, things are just tooooooooo organized...life here is almost robotic...People work work work...need to have alcohol to have fun...and then there's sex... If you go outside in a street in Pakistan..you will meet like so many people..you'll see kids playing cricket..vendors selling their products..In short, you'll see "life" .....you'll see a dynamic human culture at work.

Here in U.S..you'll see nothing. If you want to get something...have a car...and go to big corporate stores. Neighbors even barely to talk to each other and everyone stays in their own robotic circle of life.

In such environment, such sick twisted mentality would emerge.

I think you are missing the main key (and I believe correct) point of your own argument..which I believe is..."privilege" and then using it as a generalization of the US society as a whole...which may not apply.

Now I have no idea as to what his particular past is but let's take a look at a setting that could create this.

Think about it..his parents probably moved away from their family and friends to live in some ritzy neighborhood near Hollywood. No doubt he was brought up in an area with other "privileged" people who in turn were not having their kids run around free playing with the neighbors. His neighborhood wasn't the type to invite people over for a chat. So you are going to have a house stranded kid. Maybe he was even home schooled. I'm sure every country has neighborhoods like this.

Now you have created a person with limited social skills who is out of touch.

But this ISN'T the general case in the US.
There are kids playing outside everywhere (just like the cricket you mentioned)
I'm sure more sports equipment is sold in the US than most countries...so obviously it is being used.

 

[Falcon29]

What?

Use your brain, he said the American culture is the problem. I told him mindless people who do anything for fame aren't the issue. The directors/producers who are behind this insane lifestyle are the problem. Most of them happen to be Jewish as well. Everybody's tired of you guys trying to score points. Everybody is allowed to be criticized except the Jewish people.

The same reason the German people rose up against the Jewish corrupting of their culture. People have legitimate concerns, over the time you will see how more and more people expressing anger towards international Jews. Because they don't live like citizens of a state but rather as one organization. They're using the same tactics they used in the past to stomp on people who criticize them. They never learn what that's going to lead to.

 

[Informant]

Use your brain, he said the American culture is the problem. I told him mindless people who do anything for fame aren't the issue. The directors/producers who are behind this insane lifestyle are the problem. Most of them happen to be Jewish as well. Everybody's tired of you guys trying to score points. Everybody is allowed to be criticized except the Jewish people.

The same reason the German people rose up against the Jewish corrupting of their culture. People have legitimate concerns, over the time you will see how more and more people expressing anger towards international Jews. Because they don't live like citizens of a state but rather as one organization. They're using the same tactics they used in the past to stomp on people who criticize them. They never learn what that's going to lead to.

My intention isnt to score points, the Jewish in the hollywood circle are very tame compared to atheist/Christian brigade. Jews dont have a secret group trying to destabilize USA. The USA's culture is pop culture. The younger generation of any culture is more liberal/deteriorating from the previous. You see the culture in the US is very independent, this brings along the can do anything attitude with the children being kicked out of homes by 18. Plus with Hollywood trying to out do each other they are pushing the envelope and as result you see the present culture. I shudder what would be their condition 50 years from now!

Already younger generation is turning away from marriages owing to such high ( almost 50% ) divorce rates, this is their poison. How are Jews in anyway responsible? The jews might be the money men, they have been for thousands of years and will be as evident now.

 

[Rafi]

Come on, people let's not generalize, the simple fact is that this guy was a looser - with some pretty extreme narcissistic tendencies, and he comes across as "creepy" - I don't blame the young girls - for wanting to have nothing to do with him, their instinct has proven to be right.

Regarding American girls, lets not stereotype, have been with a few myself, and have to say, some of the nicest, most open, and beautiful girls I have ever seen have been from there, you get the odd bitch, but I can safely say, you get that everywhere.

 

[Falcon29]

My intention isnt to score points, the Jewish in the hollywood circle are very tame compared to atheist/Christian brigade. Jews dont have a secret group trying to destabilize USA. The USA's culture is pop culture. The younger generation of any culture is more liberal/deteriorating from the previous. You see the culture in the US is very independent, this brings along the can do anything attitude with the children being kicked out of homes by 18. Plus with Hollywood trying to out do each other they are pushing the envelope and as result you see the present culture. I shudder what would be their condition 50 years from now!

Already younger generation is turning away from marriages owing to such high ( almost 50% ) divorce rates, this is their poison. How are Jews in anyway responsible? The jews might be the money men, they have been for thousands of years and will be as evident now.

They're not a tiny portion, they have influence in these sectors. Nowadays, yeah, everything will change since these industries have already been established. Anybody can be involved in them or lead them. US culture was different than this, this is popular culture seen around the world.

It's not about people becoming more liberal but also how we bring them up. They grew up around such an environment. If they weren't around this type of environment they wouldn't be as they are today.

A lot of atheists happen to be Jewish too. Whoever puts their number at 15 million is a liar, we're not allowed to have a consensus on the modern Jewish population which is way more than 15 million. However we have to play along with that notion that they're a tiny population so they get special privileges. That also makes them immune from criticism.

 

[Rafi]

Also let's not forget Canadian girls, pretty nice, and also generally have been bought up better.

 

[Hamartia Antidote]

It seems he has some kind of obsession with his short height and how he felt that was limiting his attraction by girls.
Not sure what his height is but that is definitely true.

There was a story on this about 15 years ago that was very revealing.
Apparently they got like 5 guys in a room and made up their biographies. The taller guys were given mediocre biographies and the short guy was rich, a chef, animal lover, etc. They brought different women into the room and had them chat with the 5 guys.
When they were rated the short guy always ended up last.

Let me find it.

Edit: Ah found it

 

[Jaanbaz]

All this because he wanted a Girlfriend? He sounds depressed, what he needed foremost was professional help.

 

[Desert Fox]

Bhaiya **** dekho. Gun kay sath frustration na nikalo.

Waisay seriously this non virginity has creeped into their culture and has roots at its lowest of levels. If you are a virgin in high school then you are without a doubt going to be bullied and sullied. A boy at one point becomes extremely frustrated and under massive psychological pressure of solving this issue.
On top of it all films like american pie and other teenage films where the sole mission is to get a girl are not helping this and are supporting this culture However it is now soo strong that i have no idea how to stop it.

In fact, the "pop culture" and mass media is the source of this degenerate kind of mind set.

 

[livingdead]

There is a problem with this attitude and you are in denial mode about it. Nobody should be considered a risk to society or unhealthy for not having a girlfriend or not having an adequate (according to whose standards ?) sex life. This is the kind of attitude of society that got to the head of this guy. Sex life and relationships are a man/woman's personal matter and that is how they should always remain. You are talking as if this attitude is justified and praiseworthy. There is no justification for it.

I agree its my personal bias.

Also let's not forget Canadian girls, pretty nice, and also generally have been bought up better.

not sure how most canadians are but I instinctively like canadian people (compared to say australians), simply because the accent.

 

[Luftwaffe]

American Terrorist killed 6 people...we hope no apologists' come to rescue.

 

[waz]

The crazed mind of this person. Taken from the LA times.



During the last few weeks of my life, I continued my daily adventures around town, trying to experience as much of the world as I could before I die.

[On purchasing his first gun]

My first act of preparation was the purchase my first handgun. I did this quickly and hastily, at a local gun shop called Goleta Gun and Supply. I had already done some research on handguns, and I decided to purchase the Glock 34 semiautomatic pistol, an efficient and highly accurate weapon. I signed all of the papers and was told that my pickup day was in mid-December.

After I picked up the handgun, I brought it back to my room and felt a new sense of power. I was now armed. Who’s the alpha male now, bitches

[On buying additional weapons]

I had enough extra money saved up to live comfortably and indulgently before I die. I didn’t spend all of it though, for I still needed supplies that were vital to my plans. First, I needed to buy a third handgun, just in case one of them jams. I needed two working handguns at the same time, as that was how I planned to commit suicide; with two simultaneous shots to the head. I also needed to buy magazine clips and ammunition, as well as knives and carrying cases for my equipment.

[On interracial relationships]

How could an inferior, ugly black boy be able to get a white girl and not me? I am beautiful, and I am half white myself. I am descended from British aristocracy. He is descended from slaves. I deserve it more. I tried not to believe his foul words, but they were already said, and it was hard to erase from my mind. If this is actually true, if this ugly black filth was able to have sex with a blonde white girl at the age of thirteen while I’ve had to suffer virginity all my life, then this just proves how ridiculous the female gender is. They would give themselves to this filthy scum, but they reject ME? The injustice!

[On Santa Barbara]

So far, Santa Barbara was not working. I dreaded how horrible it would be to continue suffering my miserable, lonely, celibate life in such a beautiful city where everyone else experienced the pleasures of sex and love. That would be the darkest hell. And that was exactly what was in store for me.

[The sight of an attractive couple ‘caused a scar’]

On one of my very last days as a teenager, as I was sitting at my usual place at the food court outside Domino’s, I saw a sight that shattered my heart to pieces. A tall, blonde, jock-type guy walked into one of the restaurants, and at his side was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She too was tall and blonde. They were both taller than me, and they kissed each other passionately. They made me feel so inferior and worthless and small. I glared at them with intense hatred as I sat by myself in my lonely misery. I could never have a girl like that. The sight was burned into my memory, and it caused a scar that will haunt me forever.

[Women are drawn ‘to the wrong type of male’]

When I dropped my college classes, I crossed a threshold that I knew existed, but never actually believed I would cross. It completely ended all hope I had of living a desirable life in Santa Barbara. I realized that I would be a virgin forever, condemned to suffer rejection and humiliation at the hands of women because they don’t fancy me, because their sexual attractions are flawed.

They are attracted to the wrong type of male. I always mused to myself that I would rather die than suffer such an existence, and I knew that if it came to that, I would exact my revenge upon the world in the most catastrophic way possible. At least then, I could die knowing that I fought back against the injustice that has been dealt to me.

Thinking about for a long time: Ever since my life took a very dark turn at the age of seventeen, I often had fantasies of how malevolently satisfying it would be to punish all of the popular kids and young couples for the crime of having a better life than me. I dreamed of how sweet it would be to torture or kill every single young couple I saw.

[On planning a ‘Day of Retribution’]

Then I came up with a name for this after I saw all of the good looking young couples walking around my college and in the town of Isla Vista. I named it the Day of Retribution.

It would be a day in which I exact my ultimate retribution and revenge on all of the hedonistic scum who enjoyed lives of pleasure that they don’t deserve. If I can’t have it, I will destroy it. I will destroy all women because I can never have them. I will make them all suffer for rejecting me. I will arm myself with deadly weapons and wage a war against all women and the men they are attracted to. And I will slaughter them like the animals they are.

If they won’t accept me among them, then they are my enemies. They showed me no mercy, and in turn I will show them no mercy. The prospect will be so sweet, and justice will ultimately be served. And of course, I would have to die in the act to avoid going to prison.

That is when I realized that this threshold existed, and if I crossed it, I will have to carry out this Day of Retribution.

[On losing a friend]

He blatantly said he didn’t want to be friends anymore. He didn’t even deign to tell me why. After he said the fateful words, he refused to talk to me ever again. That was the last time I ever spoke to him.

It was the ultimate betrayal. I thought he was the one friend I had in the whole world who truly understood me, who truly understood my views and the reasons why I thought the way I did about the world.

My situation was indeed horrible. I couldn’t leave the house without seeing a young couple walking around somewhere. Everywhere I went, I was all by myself, while other young people had friends and girlfriends. I was ashamed to show myself to the world. Even though I wore expensive designer clothes, what was the point if girls still weren’t attracted to me? No one respects a man who is unable to get a woman.

[‘If only one girl had given me a chance’]

I wanted answers. I wanted to know why it had to come to this. If only one pretty girl had shown some form of attraction to me, the Day of Retribution would never happen. I’d never even consider it. The Day of Retribution is mainly my war against women for rejecting me and depriving me of sex and love. If only one girl had given me a chance, tried to get to know me, let me take her out on a date.

[An exchange of insults at a party leads to ‘a truly horrific’ beating]

They only laughed at me and started insulting me back. That was the last straw, I had taken enough insults that night. A dark, hate-fueled rage overcame my entire being, and I tried to push as many of them as I could from the 10-foot ledge. My main target was the girls. I wanted to punish them for talking to the obnoxious boys instead of me.

It was one of the most foolish and rash things I ever did, and I almost risked everything in doing it, but I was so drunk with rage that I didn’t care. I failed to push any of them from the ledge, and the boys started to push me, which resulted in me being the one to fall onto the street. When I landed, I felt a snap in my ankle, followed by a stinging pain. I slowly got up and found that I couldn’t even walk. I had to stumble, and stumble I did. I tried to get away from there as fast as I could.

As I stumbled a few yards down Del Playa with my shattered leg, I realized that someone had stolen my Gucci sunglasses that my mother had given me. I loved those sunglasses, and had to get them back. I vehemently turned around and staggered back towards the party. At that point, I was so drunk that I forgot where the party was, and ended up walking onto the front yard of the house next to it, demanding to know who took my sunglasses. The people in this house must have been friends with the ones I previously fought with, for they greeted me with vicious hostility. They called me names … typical things those types of scumbags would say.

A whole group of the obnoxious brutes came up and dragged me onto their driveway, pushing and hitting me. I wanted to fight and kill them all. I managed to throw one punch toward the main attacker, but that only caused them to beat me even more. I fell to the ground where they started kicking me and punching me in the face. Eventually, some other people from the street broke up the fight. I managed to have the strength to stand up and stagger away.

It was the first time in my life that I had been truly beaten up physically to the point where my face was bruised up. I had suffered a lot of bullying in my life, but most of it wasn’t physical. I had never been beaten and humiliated that badly. Everyone in Isla Vista saw what happened, and it was truly horrific.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only one group who helped me to the end of Del Playa, but after that they abandoned me.

Not one girl offered to help me as I stumbled home with a broken leg, beaten and bloody. If girls had been attracted to me, they would have offered to walk me to my room and take care of me. They would have even offered to sleep with me to make me feel better. But no, not one girl showed an ounce of concern for me. They didn’t care. No one cared about me. I was all alone. ….

Two police did interview me, and I told them that those boys deliberately pushed me off of the ledge after I acted “cocky” towards them. I didn’t mention the girls at all. I expressed to the police of my wishes that they should all be punished for this. The police then went to interview them, and they had their own version of the story. Since there was no actual evidence, the whole case was shortly dismissed.

[‘A car hierarchy’]

To make me feel more confident, my mother provided me with a better car to drive in Santa Barbara, a BMW 3 series Coupe. I had always wanted this, since I cared a lot about my appearance. I had been asking my parents for a more upper-class car ever since I found out that there was a car hierarchy, and that some students at my college drove better cars than others. Now I was one of the students with a better, high-class car.

[How his injury delayed the rampage]

My broken leg was a setback, of course. Even with surgery, I’d have to be in crutches for six weeks, and even after that it would take a while to be able to walk normally again. I figured I won’t be walking normally until October. There was no way I’d be well enough to prepare for the Day of Retribution by November. There was too little time. I made a new plan to set the ultimate and final date for the Day of Retribution to be at the end of the Spring of 2014. This would give me plenty of time to prepare.

[A cold postponed the rampage again]

As April 26th drew ever closer, I prepared myself to the fullest extent. All I had left to do was finish writing this story and film my final video. But then, on Thursday, April 24th, I woke up with a terrible cold. I rarely ever get colds! I’ve always had a strong immune system. It was as if fate itself was trying to stop me from doing it. But what other reason do I have for living? Alas, there was no way I could carry out my plans if I had a cold. Everything had to be perfect. In addition, I found out that father had arrived home two days earlier than he originally said he would, so if I had indeed went forth with my plans, I would have had to kill my father, which I wouldn’t be mentally prepared for.

I hastily decided to postpone it …. I would definitely be fully recovered from my cold by then.

[How he chose this weekend]

There is no postponing it anymore, no backing out. If I don’t do this, then I only have a future filled with more loneliness and rejection ahead of me, devoid of sex, love, and enjoyment. I have to do it. It’s the only thing I can do. May 24th, is the absolute last weekend in the Spring semester in which I can carry out this plan efficiently. After May 24th, the Spring semester at SBCC [Santa Barbara City College] will end, and all of the SBCC students will go back to their hometowns, which means less enemies to kill in Isla Vista. Sure, UCSB would still be in session, but I want to kill both UCSB and SBCC students. The Day of Retribution is my sole purpose on this world, and I am ready.

[On his birth and family background]

On the morning of July 24th, 1991, in a London hospital, I was born. I breathed in the first breath of

life as I entered this world, weighing only 5.4 pounds. My parents must have been filled with happiness

and pride that day. They had just witnessed the birth of their first child, and they named me Elliot Oliver Robertson Rodger.

I was born to young parents. My father, Peter Rodger, was only 26 when he impregnated my mother, Chin, who was 30. Peter is of British descent, hailing from the prestigious Rodger family; a family that was once part of the wealthy upper classes before they lost all of their fortune during the Great Depression.

My father’s father, George Rodger, was a renowned photojournalist who had taken very famous photographs during the Second World War, though he failed to reacquire the family’s lost fortune. My mother is of Chinese descent. She was born in Malaysia, and moved to England at a young age to work as a nurse on several film sets, where she became friends with very important individuals in the film industry.

[On his parents’ divorce]

Very shortly after my seventh birthday, the news came. I believe it was my mother who told me that she and my father were getting a divorce; my mother, who only a few months before told me that sucha thing will never happen. I was absolutely shocked, outraged, and above all, overwhelmed. This was a huge life-changing event.

My father was to stay at the round house, and my mother would move to another smaller house in Topanga. It was arranged that me and my sister will mostly be living with our mother, and we would go to father’s house on the weekends. My father was required to pay child support to my mother so that she can look after us.

My life would change forever after this. The family I grew up with has split in half, and from then on I would grow up in two different households. I remember crying. All the happy times I spent with my mother and father as a family were gone, only to remain in memory. It was a very sad day. Just like the move to the U.S., it would be like starting a whole new life with a new routine. …

Because of my father’s acquisition of a new girlfriend, my little mind got the impression that my father was a man that women found attractive, as he was able to find a new girlfriend in such a short period of time from divorcing my mother. I subconsciously held him in higher regard because of this. It is very interesting how this phenomenon works… that males who can easily find female mates garner more respect from their fellow men, even children. How ironic is it that my father, one of those men who could easily find a girlfriend, has a son who would struggle all his life to find a girlfriend.

[‘Feelings of inferiority’]

The first frustration of the year, which would remain for the rest of my life, was the fact that I was very short for my age. As Fourth Grade started, it fully dawned on me that I was the shortest kid in my class – even the girls were taller than me. In the past, I rarely gave a thought to it, but at this stage I became extremely annoyed at how everyone was taller than me, and how the tallest boys were automatically respected more.

It instilled the first feelings of inferiority in me, and such feelings would only grow more volatile with time…. When I played basketball at school, some boys would join me, and when they did I saw that they were much better at the sport than me. I envied their ability to throw the ball at double the distance than I could. This made me realize that along with being short, I was physically weak compared to other boys my age. Even boys younger than me were stronger. This vexed me to no end.

By nature, I am a very jealous person, and at the age of nine my jealous nature sprung to the surface. During play dates, [a friend] would have other friends over as well, and I would feel very jealous and upset when he paid more attention to them. Feeling left out, I would find a quiet corner and start crying.

…Jealousy and envy… those are two feelings that would dominate my entire life and bring me immense pain. The feelings of jealousy I felt at nine-years-old were frustrating, but they were nothing compared to how I would feel once I hit puberty and have to watch girls choosing other boys over me. Any problem I had at nine-years-old was nirvana compared to what I was doomed to face.

I also started to examine myself and compare myself to these “cool kids”. I realized, with some horror, that I wasn’t “cool” at all. I had a dorky hairstyle, I wore plain and uncool clothing, and I was shy and unpopular.

I was always described as the shy boy in the past, but I never really thought my shyness would affect me in a negative way, until this point. …This revelation about the world, and about myself, really decreased my self-esteem. On top of this was the feeling that I was different because I am of mixed race. I am half White, half Asian, and this made me different from the normal fully-white kids that I was trying to fit in with.

[On being bullied]

After being bullied so much in Eighth and Ninth Grade, I became more shy and timid than I ever was in my life. I felt very small, weak, and above all, worthless. I cried by myself at school every day.

[Conclusion]

I am not part of the human race. Humanity has rejected me. The females of the human species have never wanted to mate with me, so how could I possibly consider myself part of humanity? Humanity has never accepted me among them, and now I know why. I am more than human. I am superior to them all. I am Elliot Rodger… Magnificent, glorious, supreme, eminent… Divine! I am the closest thing there is to a living god. Humanity is a disgusting, depraved, and evil species. It is my purpose to punish them all. I will purify the world of everything that is wrong with it. On the Day of Retribution, I will truly be a powerful god, punishing everyone I deem to be impure and depraved.


LA Times