The Uvalde shooter was a monster.

He killed cats and threatened women, and all sorts of other sick things.

His mother didn’t report him, and didn’t believe him when he was abused by her boyfriends.

She is just as responsible for the massacre as he is.

I remember back in school, a kid dying.

Turned out, he was a sick son of a bitch. Abusing his sister and her friends. Tormenting their dog.

The coroner ruled it a suicide.

But we were all told it was a mercy-killing.

“Be good,” our parents and teachers said. “Or it’ll happen to you.”