When I was?

Good morning all you bloggers and followers, this is my question for the day. Let's see, what shall I answer first. How about, when I was in high school, we also had bullies and those who were bullied, but the difference between then an now, (there are many) is that, back then the mode of torture was wedgies, swirlies, and wet willies. The good old days, where packing weapons in the old back-pack and ripping through your school, shooting and killing those who rejected you, those who laughed at you, those who just didn't wish you a good morning, didn't exist. Is the mentality of these Ridalin, (however you spell it) popping teens finally making its mark and we're now seeing the affects of these chemical transformations in the brain through the eyes of mass murders? Who can we thank? The parents, who maybe should have spent a little more time with their kids, taking them to a playground or any other physical activity instead of immediately shoving a pill down their throats. Or the doctors and pharmaceutical companies, who push these drugs onto people. Oh, yeah, that's make 'em feel better! Are these acts of unspeakable violence one of the side affects of these kiddy drugs? Is irrational behavior one of the perks of these mood altering chemicals? I just don't know. All I know is that, there are more children dead, and wonder if the focus on the problem is the lack of focus on the problem. Let's think about this, people!