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Elliot Rodger was Gang Stalked

Elliot Rodger’s rampage was provoked by bullying/mobbing according to family attorney Alan Shifman, who is California’s only Certified Family Law Specialist.

“There was an incident probably a year and a half ago where he was…he
fell from a balcony at a party or was thrown off of it. I think he was
probably a victim from my understanding of bullying throughout his
life… I’m sure that had played a role in the terrible consequences
from last night,” the lawyer said.

Was the cause of this rampage rooted in Asperger’s Syndrome which is not characterized by violence? Or, was there another root for Rodger’s rage? Rodger’s manifesto spells out a different picture than the simplistic scapegoating of mental illness, or a defective personality:

I was so overwhelmed by the brutality of the world
that I just didn’t care anymore
. On the very first week, I had my first experience of true bullying, not just the teasing I had at Pinecrest. Some horrible Twelfth Graders saw me as a target because I looked like a ten year old and I was physically weak. They threw food at me during lunchtime and after school. It enraged me, but I was too scared to do anything about it.
What kind of horrible, depraved people would poke fun at a boy younger than them who has just entered high school?
I thought to myself.

(page 45)

15 Years Old
Toxic is the word that describes my first day of Tenth Grade at Taft High School. It was a toxic nightmare. Every single second of it was agony. I continued to beg my parents to not make me go, but it
was to no avail. My father drove me there, and I didn’t want to get out of his car. He almost had to drag
me out. I somehow found the will to put one foot in front of the other and walk towards that awful, ugly front building.
The first week of Taft was living hell. I was bullied several times, even though I didn’t know anyone
there. After being so used to wearing a polo shirt with khaki pants as a school uniform at private
schools, I continued to dress like that even after leaving Crespi. I didn’t give any thought to how nerdy I
looked. I was too withdrawn, like a turtle tucked into his shell. I was still in the process of going through puberty at the time, so I still looked and sounded like a ten-year-old. Such a persona attracted zero attention from girls, of course, but it did attract bullies like moths to a flame. I was completely and utterly alone. No one knew me or extended a hand to help me. I was an innocent, scared little boy trapped in a jungle full of malicious predators, and I was shown no mercy. Some boys randomly pushed me against the lockers as they walked past me in the hall. One boy who was tall and had blonde hair called me a “loser”, right in front of his girlfriends. Yes, he had girls with him. Pretty girls. And they didn’t seem to mind that he was such an evil bastard. In fact, I bet they liked
him for it. This is how girls are, and I was starting to realize it. This was what truly opened my eyes to how brutal the world is. The most meanest and depraved of men come out on top, and women flock to these men. Their evil acts are rewarded by women; while the good, decent men are laughed at. It is sick, twisted, and wrong in every way. I hated the girls even more than the bullies because of this. The sheer cruelty of the world around me was so intense that I will never recover from the mental scars. Any experience I ever had before never traumatized me as much as this.
I couldn’t do it anymore. On the morning before the second week of Taft started, I broke down and cried in front of my mother, begging her not to make me go to that horrible place. I was so scared that I felt physically
sick. I continued crying in the car on the way there, and my mother gave in.

(page 48)

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