Who Was The Killer?
An American Game Show
What is the inevitable conclusion of perpetually mounting tensions? The endless stream of shootings, riots, and conflicts we see on our screens is curated, framed, and monetized. Reporting, in its traditional sense, has died. What we are living through is a deliberately induced crisis: a system where tragedies are staged as theater for mass consumption.
Mainstream outlets, social media, and political operatives have become dependent on providing this small taste of death that the collective unconscious of the public yearns for. They require the blood, the division, and the constant drip of catastrophe to keep their audiences outraged and addicted. The violence itself becomes the raw material, endlessly reproduced like Warhol’s soup cans, but the real product is the narrative.
This business model, or way of life, is propelled by the fuel of division. The disseminators no longer compete to explain what happened; the victory comes from who best weaponizes the what. When violence occurs, which is often, the conditioned outlets fixate on how it can be used, not why it happened. Headlines in a post-news world function as psychological triggers that audiences aren’t intended to think about beyond the point of acknowledging a feeling: rage, vindication, fear. In content production, nothing harms vitality more than nuance, the ultimate click killer. Consequently, every tragedy becomes an opportunity to deepen existing cultural fractures.
Modern culture, unprecedentedly rich in luxury and malignantly sadistic aggression, has become either the child or the breeding ground of Thanatos, the pull towards destruction and death. And when this drive cannot be directed outward in a socially acceptable way, it turns inward, manifesting in a type of self-destructive behavior that garners more attention than any other spectacle. In this sense, cultural pathology today is a form of sublimated suicide. Given the most recent shooting in Minnesota, consider the transgender phenomenon: mutilating the body in pursuit of annihilating the old self. The Post-Human Movements, extreme risk-taking, digital technology obsession, opioid epidemic, and anorexia all stem from this same drive towards self-erasure or annihilation.
Alienated individuals, stripped of rootedness and meaning, often embrace these destructive impulses simply to feel something. Aware of, and partly responsible, its audience’s sense of isolation, our media addresses this need for connectivity by utilizing one of the oldest and most powerful methods of inducing feelings of unity: the existence of the other. Simultaneously, everyone is confronted with the idea that they are under attack — by police, by migrants, by fascists, by “the other side” — until destruction feels like identity. Violence, rather than just happening, is replayed, packaged, and consumed until the spectacle becomes more real than the victims. In this framework, every shooting, riot, and tragedy becomes a commercial for division.
The spectacle surrounding perpetrators of violence, content creators in their own right, reflects the most perverse consequences of these ceaseless crises. America waits with bated breath to learn who the killer is, as though it were a twisted lottery.
If it turns out to be a white, right-wing male, liberals erupt in grim satisfaction, eager to add another talking point for gun control or another sermon on “toxic masculinity” into the public discourse. If it’s a Muslim immigrant or a troubled transgender individual, conservatives gloat that their warnings have been vindicated. Each side celebrates the “right” kind of killer, while families mourn and bodies lie in the morgue.
This is the insanity of our age: bloodshed has become a partisan scoreboard. Violence is no longer an event to grieve or prevent, but a confirmation bias to cheer.
Instead of confronting root causes, the media reduces every act of violence to identity categories. Race, gender, sexuality, ideology: these become the only acceptable explanations.
The result is resentment layered upon resentment. At the end of each tragedy, one group feels vindicated, and the other feels vilified. Both are encouraged to believe that only hostility can protect them. With the wounds stretched open, the business model of outrage remains profitable and powerful.
If I thought there was a way out, this would be the portion where I’d urge the public to see murder first as a human tragedy, not as a partisan trophy. I’d say a disturbed man’s breakdown should lead us to ask what failed in his family, his community, his soul, instead of how his identity can be exploited. I’d urge all readers to choose rootedness over alienation, responsibility over resentment, and faith in reality over the flickering images of the spectacle. But I don’t.
While we criticize the media, which is ever dependent on complex algorithms, the success of this content is due largely to the demand. This is not a pill being force-fed to the masses; rather, the cathartic rush of euphoria that comes from the clarity of having a clear enemy is simply good content. America will remain addicted to its most grotesque pastime: waiting for the next killer, and praying that he belongs to the other tribe.
In the end, the cycle will not end because it cannot. The media doesn’t just report violence. It manufactures the sampling of death that society secretly longs for, shaping it into spectacle and serving it on demand. Each headline becomes another fix, like addicts on a methadone line, another staged reminder that division sells better than truth. And as long as the public keeps demanding its next dose of blood, America will continue to gorge itself on carnage, with our media simultaneously fueling and celebrating the conflicts it pretends to condemn. Like Israel the whore, chasing false gods, America chases spectacle, and the result is the same: blindness, division, and decay. And unless it repents, its end will not be renewal, but the fulfillment of its own death wish.
Sadly, centrism has withered into irrelevance, not because the middle ground disappeared, but because no one trusts it to offer shelter anymore. In a climate where every issue is weaponized, people feel forced to pick sides, even when neither truly fits, simply to avoid isolation. Survival now means attaching yourself to patrons or factions whose power at least speaks to your anxieties or needs, trading independence for a measure of security. And so, with the center hollowed out, all that remains is to cling tighter to chosen tribes while the pressures build and the country lurches toward whatever breaking point lies ahead.


“If it bleeds, it leads”- traditional local newspaper motto