It would be crazy to think of putting yourself in the shoes of the man who killed and wounded so many in Aurora, Colorado. Do it anyway. It would be crazy to think of yourself as the parent of someone who, just a few days ago, was seeking a Ph.D. in neuroscience, but is today looking at life in prison. Do it anyway. It would be crazy to think anyone besides James Holmes had anything to do with what happened. After all, he made the choices and the decisions. Do it anyway.
Someone, somewhere at some point knew something was going to happen and didn't report it. Mark my words and take no heart in them: Someone is going to speak to reporters about what they knew, and no one, not a single person, is going to call them the hell out: "Why on Earth didn't you say something, anything?" What were they thinking? "No harm, no foul"? "It's not my business"?
This was not the work of the devil, and no, you and yours weren't spared because of God's will, divine intervention, or some such shit. If that were true, what in the hell would you say if you came face to face with one of the victims' families? "Sorry 'bout your luck"? What kind of sorry excuse for a human being would you have to be to say such a thing to anyone whose child, whose friend, whose loved one was just murdered?
As I have written numerous times to no avail, will you please finally, this time, this instance, this number of deaths, this number of critically injured, will you please for the love of all that is sacred, just read what I've written and do what I tell you to do. Will you not take notes, pass them 'round, make your friends and family aware? Will you not shame them and yourself for not telling what you know?