The Real Motive Behind the London Murders

 

All the authorities and the media are still insisting that the man who mowed down a Muslim family of five in London Ontario was motivated by “Islamophobia.” We have seen no evidence for it. Nothing on his social media; he belonged to no “hate groups”; his best friend seems to have been a Muslim who saw in him no trace of animosity towards Islam.

At the same time, those who have been ignoring the preferred narrative might have learned, from his parents’ divorce papers, that he shared one unusual trait with most recent mass murderers: he was taking medication for depression.

This will, unfortunately, lead those who did not fall for the “racism” fallacy to fall for the “mental illness” fallacy: that the problem is the mentally ill, and the solution more money for mental health.

This man—I am avoiding using his name, because others will kill for the chance at fame—call him V—did not murder because he was a racist. He also did not murder because he was mentally ill. The mentally ill, statistically, are no more violent than the rest of us. And more money for mental health is not going to help: he was already being treated.

The problem is the pills.

The SSRIs, the standard antidepressants, work by flooding our brains with jolly juice, happiness hormones. This obviously will lessen the symptoms of depression. Whether that is good or bad depends on why we are depressed. 

Some people are depressed because they are nursing, through abuse, an overly sensitive conscience. The antidepressant can help them to function normally. They start with too many inhibitions on their actions.

Others are depressed because they are nursing a properly guilty conscience. They start with too few inhibitions on their actions. Give them antidepressants, and all hell may break loose.

It is clear that V was in the latter category.

“As his parents’ marriage faltered, [he] became ‘frighteningly angry’ and was particularly disrespectful to his mother, ‘raising his voice and towering over her in an intimidating way, and pounding on doors,’ the report said.

“His mother said she locked herself in her room to avoid him.”

There is this easy way to tell a narcissist from a melancholic: get them drunk. Are they an angry or a funny drunk? 

When they feel bad, really bad, do they want to kill themselves, or everybody else?

The diagnosis is simple enough; and these are opposite problems. But it is invisible to current psychiatry because it seems only reported symptoms, and either the abused melancholic or the narcissist will report feelings of anxiety and sadness; and it is invisible to current psychiatry because current psychiatry refuses to recognize the ethical element of human existence. It tells everyone to ignore their conscience.

Until we fix this, many more people will needlessly die.