School shooting in Newtown CT-Breaking on Fox News

I say he wasn't crying. You're right...so fake. And the media keeps repeating that he was crying. Gag!

Can someone explain who the FUCK this guy is?

They said the brother was found in the woods in fatigues!

Ryan = king
Adam = man from the red earth
Lanza = noble, eager


...just sayin'...

Pretty soon they will say it is former professional wrestler Blackjack Lanza

Maybe his "mother" went by a different last night. There is a "Nancy Duffy" on the list under Special Area Teachers as well as listed under Specialy & Support Staff.

That to me sounds like the type of Teacher who would be working with all grade level kids, and more importantly, a teacher who might be working with special needs kids.

We already know her son was a "special needs" kinda guy...

Cause you would havta be pretty 'eff'ing deranged and fvcked up in the head, to go shooting up small children!

Thank god he's dead!

THIS ^^^^

Oh... I get it. British comedy.

ha.

dang it's down

And Karl Marx. Probably also obama.

Nancy is the falsely accused mothers name. Not the real shooters mothers name. Keep that in mind.

Oh, they'll start the usual bullshit stories about how bright he was, but got messed up as a kid, started on Ritalin and SSRI's at 10. In other words, the sob story will be in full effect.

He had all of dear leaders ideas but none of the charm or appearance

Shooter now ID'd as Adam Lanza 20 years old.
Ryan Lanza, brother, in custody NJ being questioned
Alleged Adam is "Developmentally disabled"
Father dead NJ.
Mother dead CT, second location.
Unknown party person of interest detained from wooded area near school, "Wasn't me guy", wearing camo.

No, no, Tony Danza.

Alright, I have a big screen and HD. Twice I did not see any tears in Barack Obama's eyes...

Why is everyone saying he was crying and tearing up, and how great it is?

they also reported that his brother was found dead,
and that his mother and father were found dead too....

How is this the wrong school when it has an accurate name of the principal?

Black shooter = gang banger
Middle eastern = terrorist
whitey = mentally ill

What a joke, eh

I have pictures of it. But don't know how to post it.

I still have the web page open!

was it reported that the kindergarten teacher was killed?

One of his brothers

This ^^^^^

More stuff from him....

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The "War on Drugs" is a both a failure in its implementation, hypocritical in its goals, and wrong in its premise.
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This is an opinion essay I wrote for my school newspaper. It argues against patents on drugs, and tries to illustrate how the free market is a capitalist myth in this case though, lives are at stake.
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3. an episode of constant disorder
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A song poem about my life as of late. Mostly about never sleeping due to obligations and having no time or motivation.
Poetry: Song - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 287 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 1-25-07 - Complete

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Poem/song inspired by the book Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.
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6. Its just a jobreviews
Just another poem from class... About the world's "oldest profession."
Poetry: Work - Rated: M - English - Tragedy/Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 241 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 9-23-06

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Stupid questions asked by people I barely know.
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Just a quick poem i wrote in German class...
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Some poor guy who the lame stream media jumped on for ratings. No mind that they didn't know for sure that he was the shooter.

The Cast of Bonanza!!!????

6 shooters and horses were involved?!

Screenshot it then upload as smilie

can we prove any of these people exist ? besides profiles that can be created by anyone ? ...

By Ryan Devine

(About one of those moments when you need to do something, but thoughts are racing too fast and nothing seems to slow them down.)

Another episode, more distress

Finding myself in a bloody mess

Tried so hard, but lost my grip

Tried to stand up but once again I slip

At sea alone, I'm caught in a squall

Reaching for a reality I can't seem to recall

All eyes are on me damn it, why can't I get my senses?

It seems easy under the established pretenses

But I'm struggling just with survival

Yeah there's a shadow on my ceiling,

And there's a demon at my door

Forgive me please! I'm crying and begging

I'm on my knees without a floor

Falling and spinning, out of control

My room is a black hole, only the computer remains

A blank document on the screen

I try typing but the keys are missing

It's like nothing I've ever seen

I reach for my pills, Dexedrine and caffeine

I'm reaching for a piece of my sanity

They call it laziness, or accuse me of vanity

But the truth just goes unseen

Yeah there's a shadow on my ceiling,

And there's a demon at my door

Forgive me please! I'm crying and begging

I'm on my knees without a floor

I'm running to the bus, knowing pain to be in store

I've got a dozen excuses, but they've heard them all before

How can they understand? See that I'm not like them

I'm foreign to the world I live in, but they don't give a damn

They hear only whining and lies

Yeah there's a shadow on my ceiling,

And there's a demon at my door

Forgive me please! I'm crying and begging

I'm on my knees without a floor

An under achiever, a brilliant failure

A lazy smart ass they can't understand

I've invited them to look inside my mind,

But they always run, shocked by what they find

Run to condemn to my fate.

I beg and plead but don't succeed

But get no sympathy,

Just become a target to berate

Yeah there's a shadow on my ceiling,

And there's a demon at my door

Forgive me please! I'm crying and begging

I'm on my knees without a floor

Just one more chance? Please? I'm sobbing and pleading

On my knees without a floor

Thanks I'll give it a try.