There was an awful family tragedy in the news a couple of days ago. A fifteen-year-old teenager suddenly turned violent in the middle of the night and stabbed his mother and younger sister to death. The teenager has a close family and is considered to be a nice boy by others. There was no sign or record of mental disorder. After the tragedy, he was heard to be murmuring "flood... glacier... too many people in the world".
His father was completely baffled. He was shocked at the calmness of his son. "It was his mother and sister who died, but he hasn't shed a single tear." Nor could he understand why his son had done such a senseless thing. "He has a character which is like mine so he is absolutely not a child with violent inclinations."
Some of the mysteries surrounding the case may be unlocked after further policie investigation. The tragedy reminded me of one of my favourite songs, I Don't Like Mondays performed by the Boomtown Rats. The song, written by Bob Geldof, was based on the true story of a shooting spree. On Monday, 29 January 1979, Brenda Spencer, a 16-year-old high school student of San Diego, USA, opened fire on the elementary school opposite her home, killing two adults and injuring nine children. She showed no remorse for her crime. When asked for an explanation, she said: "I don't like Mondays; this livens up the day." Her father couldn't understand. He stated to the press, "I don't know why she did it... she was as good as gold".
And here are the lyrics of the song:
The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-woo-woo-woo-oot the whole day down
The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen
Now that ain’t so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cuz there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?
Oh Oh oh whoa whoa
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-woo-woo-oot
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down
And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
(With the problems of the how's and why's)
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
Oh Oh Oh
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-woo-woo-woot the whole day down
His father was completely baffled. He was shocked at the calmness of his son. "It was his mother and sister who died, but he hasn't shed a single tear." Nor could he understand why his son had done such a senseless thing. "He has a character which is like mine so he is absolutely not a child with violent inclinations."
Some of the mysteries surrounding the case may be unlocked after further policie investigation. The tragedy reminded me of one of my favourite songs, I Don't Like Mondays performed by the Boomtown Rats. The song, written by Bob Geldof, was based on the true story of a shooting spree. On Monday, 29 January 1979, Brenda Spencer, a 16-year-old high school student of San Diego, USA, opened fire on the elementary school opposite her home, killing two adults and injuring nine children. She showed no remorse for her crime. When asked for an explanation, she said: "I don't like Mondays; this livens up the day." Her father couldn't understand. He stated to the press, "I don't know why she did it... she was as good as gold".
And here are the lyrics of the song:
The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-woo-woo-woo-oot the whole day down
The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen
Now that ain’t so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cuz there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?
Oh Oh oh whoa whoa
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-woo-woo-oot
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down
And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
(With the problems of the how's and why's)
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
Oh Oh Oh
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-woo-woo-woot the whole day down
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