A country full of angry young men without wives and children and no job and no purpose in life is a powder keg waiting to explode.
Ian Lee Stawicki was not likely a Glenn Beck listener and NRA member hanging out at the country club listening to Rush Limbaugh and smoking cigars and guzzling transfats. He hung out in the “University District” and was a semi-regular at the small “eclectic music” cafe which he had recently been thrown out of several times. There was nothing random about the killings, and he just as easily could have used a can of gasoline or any number of ways, but of course this was immediately turned into a gun control issue in the uber liberal city of Seattle.
Two of the men killed were in a musical group called “God’s Favorite Beefcake”
Here is blurb about one of their club appearances:
God’s Favorite Beefcake
(Cafe Racer) On the first (and sometimes second) Thursday of each month, Shmootzi the Clod and his friends have a little hoedown at Cafe Racer. Shmootzi, a member of the now-defunct Circus Contraption, has a sinister, lightly lewd grin and a beautifully odd voice that sounds rough and smooth at the same time: part Tom Waits and part Dean Martin. His friends play banjo, steel guitar, standup bass, accordion, harmonica, ukulele, musical saw, and other stuff—they sound like a scary jug band—while Shmootzi sings jauntily about apocalypse, desperation, and death: “Hello, my friends, I came by to say farewell. It’s been nice to know you and I’ll see you all in hell. When I get there, rest assured I’m gonna ring that bell. And let the devil know I have arrived.”
Satan, there is someone at the door!