Awaking afresh at 5 am, four basic choices lay before him : surrender to police, kill himself, quietly leave the jurisdiction OR resume his killing spree in a new area.
That he chose the later made him a highly unusual type of spree or rampage killer : his deep-seated rage that lay beneath his normally jolly smiling persona literally knew no bounds.
Basically his actions did not fit the definition of either type of mass killer.
That decision to renew his killing after a seven hour pause, combined with his single-minded determination to shoot or burn everyone or anything in his path : friends, strangers, pets, houses, cars and to do so until his bullets or accelerants ran out or he was captured, made him an extraordinarily hate-filled being.
All the more reason to look into his earliest years where the young brain is plastic enough to be both seriously warped out of shape and yet to bury that twisted nature below the surface.
We have a high school graduation picture of a nerd in 1980s style aviation glasses, a guy who hated to play contact sports : we have a guy in the exact same time period who loved to daredevil wheelies on his motorbike on the way to high school ; a guy who dyed his hair silver and had piercings on his nipples or penis.
As for me, myself, I want to know a great deal more about his father’s family because my gut feeling is that the origins of Gabriel’s weirdness may have begun there.
Nothing about Gabriel’s mother Evelyn or her family has come out in court case documents or in behaviour recalled by Paul, Gabriel’s father, to reporters at the two Frank publications and the Toronto Sun.
But we have heard a good deal about his father Paul and his many brothers and his mother : no mention of Paul’s father so far.
Focus on that side : call it my gut or my instinct....
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