In the nearby town of Bart, Roberts dropped his own children off at their bus stop.you instinctively wonder if he signed off the call by saying "I have miles to go and promises to keep" in a dull monotone.
He said farewell to his wife. "He told her he loved her and that was it," said State Police Commissioner Jeffrey Miller.
At home, Roberts had left "rambling" suicide notes, Miller said. Roberts' wife found one and tried to call him. He returned her call on his cell phone and said he wouldn't be coming home.
Miller said Roberts told his wife that "he was acting out to achieve revenge for something that happened 20 years ago."
Of course, such conspiracies are nonsense. The fringe elements that propagate those theories seem to forget that they are accusing the same government that can't get a letter across town in a week (or even keep a presidential blowjob a secret) of orchestrating a machiavellian plot worthy of the next Dan Brown novel. The truth is more depressing yet:
Some people are just broken.
For some twisted reason, a reason we will likely never know, a grown male decided that the solution to his life's problems lay in killing a classroom full of young girls before turning his gun on himself. Just all out of the blue and with no warning whatsoever. How do you stop that?
How can you predict, prepare?
This being a "gun blog", I know what you're about to say, and it was my gut reflex, too, but it's wrong. This was Amish country. Even if it was legal for teachers in Pennsylvania to get licensed to carry a firearm, there probably wouldn't have been one there; the Amish aren't notably violent people. For the anti-gun reader ready to pipe up in comments, pipe down. This was a grown man in a classroom of children. Young women. Young women belonging to a placid and non-violent faith. He could have walked into that room with a Louisville Slugger instead of a pistol and had his way just the same. He gave no warning. There was nothing to stop him.
So the end result is that this is something about as predictable and avoidable, terrifying and saddening as a tornado.
And, cold comfort that it is, thankfully a lot rarer.