18 April, 2007, 412 am
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This is so disgusting but so crucial in digging into the roots of this man. I know everyone else on down the line is writing about the Tech massacre today, too, but I found something interesting and disturbing that I feel I have to share.

Richard McBeef, a play by Cho Seung-Hui, the Tech murderer. Initially, my only concerns were about the surviving students, injured or not, and the friends and families of the casualties. But then I wondered why someone would commit such an atrocity. What was his motivation. I’d heard the girlfriend rumour about how I guess his girlfriend left him and he thought she was cheating (which turned out to be false), but the whole massacre seemed so planned out, maybe not meticulously or perfectly, but certainly not recklessly.

Apparently, the kid–or, well, 23-year-old–was a student at Tech, a loner who never said a word, never smiled, and took photos of his English teacher on his cell during class. He also wrote plays, such as the aforementioned Richard McBeef.

The disturbing play is about a 13-year-old kid named John whose father recently died in some sort of a boat accident. John’s mother, Sue, remarried immediately after his death, and her new husband was Richard McBeef. John does everything in his power to torture Richard, from making accusations that he’s a pedophile to ironically making it look like Richard (or, as John prefers, “Dick”) is about to hit him. When Sue walks in on looks like a violent encounter between the two, she becomes frightened, eating up the lies that John feeds her. She irrationally starts throwing objects at her new husband, then stops when Richard calms her down with the offer of having sex. John sits in his bedroom and shoots darts at a photo of Richard’s head and then runs into the basement to tell his mother more concocted lies, which prompts her to grab a chainsaw and chase her new husband until he’s trapped in the family car. Later on, John joins him in the car and verbally abuses his stepfather, which eventually prompts Richard to strike him, which kills the boy we’ve all grown to despise.

It’s so awful–filled with strangely exaggerated reactions almost, ALMOST reminiscent of those in manga.   And the lack of quality and taste and the utter ridiculousness of it all render it humourous in a creepy, completely eerie manner. I’m not gonna lie–I laughed, but I was freaked out, too. There are references to Catholic priests which offended me personally. The whole thing was graphic and disturbing, almost as though this man had grown up immersed in the worst of America, full of sex and violence and negative connotations about anyone not sexually oriented as straight. I’m not sure whether Richard McBeef–the “good guy,” although not really the protagonist–is supposed to be symbolic of Cho or if John the tormentor is more accurate. Although Richard’s actions were exaggeratedly soft even when everyone was pitted against him, he seemed to be the only remotely normal character in Cho’s horrific fictional world. But then, John’s a kid, and he’s so sure of everything, so who knows what Cho intended. Who knows.

It terrifies me that there really are people like that in the world.


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I’m not gonna lie, I laughed a little bit at it too. As I was reading the play (and his other one Mr. Brownstone) I really got the sense that this guy was molested as a kid. The blatant homoerotic undertones to both plays belies some deeper hurt that Cho was never able to verbalize in the real world, so it manifested itself into those plays. Even the title “Richard McBeef” sounds like a gay porn star name, and I have a feeling that Cho was secretly homosexual and was in deep denial of the fact.

Comment by HB

i’m scared. no, for real, the story’s creepy as shit. i didn’t read all of it and i really don’t want to, but holy crap it’s really asfdsaf. the whole vt thing is creeping the hell out of me. is it normal that whenever i see that guy’s face somewhere on the news or hear about more info they got on him, i seriously freak out mentally? i mean, he’s dead, i know. but even thinking about it all freaks me out.

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