So... I don't know what I was actually expecting out of this thread, however I would not have guessed with a thousand guesses it would have devolved into COVID theories and disinformation...
For the record, no, I did not know the two firefighters that were killed, nor the one that was injured. But, this whole senseless thing was at the heart of my community, the fear was felt throughout the area, and the grief. And, this is a heavy 2A community, you have a better chance of finding someone concealed or open carry than someone not. Sadly, given that I work on a Navy base, I am most of the time not carrying. However, contrary to the left-leaning statistics, gun crime is really low here give the guns per capita we have, so when it happens, it really shakes the whole community.
I think, generally, I was looking for a more broad response on why crazy happens. I can understand it better, but certainly not condone it if the men that were shot were all banging the shooter's significant other. The shooter was trying to become a woodland firefighter, and there is a theory that he was rejected. If that were true, those guys that were shot had nothing to do with that...
Dunno... crazy happens, and it seems like people can justify crazy because they are pissed at the world. At 20 years old, that kid truly had his entire life ahead of him, but seems like one minor speed bump in his plans sent him over the edge. In high school I was a college football prospect, I had several schools talking to me, and it is really all I had focus on, or all I wanted to do. During a game my senior year I hyperextended my left knee, nothing terrible, but it got the sports doc looking at my knees. Four second opinions later it was clear, if I played football beyond high school I would permanently be on crutches by my junior year of college. I was devastated, and had no clue as to what I should do. But, perhaps I had something the shooter didn't, good mentors, and good role models, and good people I trusted, and they helped me see that my like at 18 wasn't over (yes, I was 18 during my senior year), and I did have my whole life ahead of me. But, even without that support, I don't think I would have shot up a doctor's office because they told me I couldn't play football...
Again... WTF is wrong with people?