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“I had to learn in the 18 years of my life, that one can only be happy when you bulk blends, society adapts. But it could and I did not. I am free! No person shall engage in my life, and he does it but he has to face the consequences! No politician has the right to legislate, which prohibit me things, not a cop has the right to take away my gun to me, and certainly not while he’s wearing the belt.”

“I hate you and the way you are! You’ve all got to die! Since I was 6 you’ve all been taking the piss out of me! Now you’re going to pay. Finally, I want to apologise for all this to the people who mean something to me or who were ever good to me! I’m gone …”

—Bastian Bosse, words from his suicide note

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“do you want to talk about it?”

no, i want to kill myself because of it.

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Happy Birthday Bastian, you were such a lovely person.

To this day I still remember you as a hero and a victim of this society, I cannot wish that I wish you were here but, I hope that at least you are well somewhere. ♡

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The Emsdetten school shooting was a school shooting that occurred at the Geschwister Scholl-Schule in Emsdetten, Germany on 20 November 2006.

18-year-old former student Sebastian Bosse shot and wounded five people and set off several smoke bombs before committing suicide. Even though there were no fatalities besides that of the gunman, the shooting has been considered to be the worst school shooting in the history of Germany since the Erfurt massacre.

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Are you a boy or girl

Female and in my mind and fantasies I'm married to Basse.

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Before - after. Skindhead Bastian Bosse. :]

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Bastian Bosse`s photos. Part 4. The Emsdetten school shooting was a school shooting that occurred at the Geschwister Scholl-Schule in Emsdetten, Germany on 20 November 2006. Eighteen-year-old former student Sebastian Bosse shot and wounded five people and set off several smoke bombs before committing suicide.

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He is forever divine.

11/24/2006 Der Tagesspiegel

Margarete, 71, wants to stop her grandson. He's already out of the double garage where the family often celebrates parties. Bastian has grandma's car keys. She calls: “Bastian, stay here.” She knows he doesn’t have a driver’s license. She knows that tomorrow he has to go to court in Rheine for illegal possession of weapons. She sees the black Opel Astra drive away and towards the city center. She suspects something terrible is about to happen.

It is the day on which her grandson will drive to his school heavily armed with a knife, explosive belt, pipe bombs, muzzle-loading weapons and small-caliber rifle and injure 37 people. It is the day on which Emsdetten is terrified and on which Bastian kills himself with a shot in the mouth.

In the past few days we have learned a lot about this Bastian and his suspected motives. This story doesn't try to completely repaint the picture, but perhaps it gives a few more clues that allow an insight into Bastian's short life.

This story is based on information provided by a close family member. The man, let's call him H, doesn't want his name to appear in this story. You have to understand the family is not doing well. The father probably suffered a heart attack after the rampage, the grandparents, siblings and many close relatives are in shock. The school is also silent, overwhelmed by the pressure of the media. The headmistress says: “Please understand us, we still have children who suddenly collapse and need help. We need time.”

H, who has known Margarete since his youth, says: “When the boy drove away, a part of her life drove away. She knew that nothing "would be the same anymore.” Grandma has lived in this brick house for 44 years. Her husband, Grandpa Alfred, built it himself, together with H. and others. They later expanded it to two and a half floors and planted boxwood and walnut in front of it. A real generational home. Grandparents below, children and grandchildren above. And in the immediate surroundings, the entire other family, who all stick together like “hard luck,” say friends.

Grandpa Alfred used to always sleep in the armchair at lunchtime. Only Bastian is allowed to wake Grandpa Alfred, he is Grandpa's favorite and doesn't let anything get to him, even though he also suspected, says H., that something was wrong. Grandpa died of lung cancer in 2005.

Maybe it was the thought of his family that held him back for a while. Two days before the rampage, Bastian wrote in his diary: “Please help my parents, my grandmother, my sister and my brother. I love them! And I hate myself for hurting them." Yet he didn't confide in them, did they miss his signs?

Two years ago, Bastian and his siblings visited an uncle. The uncle doesn't live in Emsdetten, and because he doesn't have any children of his own, he is always generous. In a large store, all three can choose something. Bastian says: “I want an air rifle.” The uncle, a teacher, is taken aback. He answers: “You can have anything but that.” The uncle talks to the father, he says: “Something is wrong with the boy.” The father nods. Everyone in the family says this behind closed doors, but they shy away from open discussion.

In 9th grade, in an Internet chat room, Bastian writes to a virtual friend with whom he communicated quite frequently: “The shit has died down, like a storm that tears everything apart and is just rain. It was worse back then, the 5-8th school year was the most extreme… But the wounds remain, not just physical, no, mostly mental wounds, and the question: Why did they do that still torments me today. Most people don't know, they thought I went to school every day, didn't participate and went back home. The only time something really leaked out was when a red-hot key was pressed onto my hand… then the headmaster filed a report. Nobody wanted to see any of the other things or nobody saw them.”

There are no sources from the family, a teacher says: “You know, all the talk of bullying is total nonsense.” But the teacher didn't teach Bastian on until he was in grade eight; he says he doesn't know anything about the time before that.

It wasn't until the 9th grade that Bastian began to radically distance himself from his classmates; he was two years older because he was kept down. He writes to the chat partner: “The fact that I'm older makes things easier, it's no longer like the old class where I was humiliated. It's just that they're all complete idiots; Either fun kids or young stoners who think they're the biggest."

In the family they often talk about Bastian, with his black clothes he doesn't fit into the family image. He is down-to-earth, his father is “the most popular postman in town,” they say. Bastian's father is in the shooting club and is twice the shooting champion, but he prefers playing football and jogging passionately. The father doesn't spare himself, and his knee is broken, as are his hip joints. The father is not a hunter, as they say, says H., and he didn't take Bastian to the shooting club either. Love of guns doesn't run in the family. Bastian doesn't want to play football like his younger brother and sister, nor does he want to jog. He's training for a kind of war game in the wild: it's called airsoft. Here he wants to show that he is fit to be a hero.

Young people compete against each other in the forest with detailed replicas of all types of weapons. There are clubs, you meet up, put on army clothing like a football jersey, put the paper ammunition in your weapons, and then you have to eliminate the opponent. A hit only creates a red mark, as long as you stick to the legally permitted maximum muzzle energy of 0.5 joules. Bastian trains a lot and sits in front of the computer to chat. And to learn – how to build little bombs.

The father is worried, it's not like nobody noticed anything. He asks the uncle outside Emsdetten if he could just talk to the boy. “I can't get to him.” The boy notices the unrest, he is surprised and writes in the chat: “Since when have they been interested in me?” The uncle talks to him and says: “He hasn't refused.” In There are discussions with the class teacher at school, the parents regularly go to parents' evenings, and the class teacher recommends a school psychologist. Bastian doesn't want to.

On the Internet he finds a more interesting conversation partner, she calls herself “estranged”. She is older than Bastian, 21, he tells her everything, she gives advice, she recommends books and poems by Erich Fromm or Franz Kafka.

He doesn't tell the family, he writes it to "estranged" that Nadine is the reason for his unhappiness. Nadine falls in love with his best friend, not with him. Then the beloved grandfather dies. “There is no God,” writes Bastian and throws himself into his gun games, experimenting with self-made nail bombs with a friend, ordering pistols from the Internet, making violent videos with blaring music.

The darkest time begins, the father is dealing with his health problems, the grandmother is dealing with the death of her husband. He writes in his diary: “What do I have to lose now? nothing. I’m going to be a fucked up loser for the rest of my life.”

That is his perception. But everything still seems to have a good outcome. In reality, Bastian graduates with good grades. H. says that Bastian “wanted to join the Bundeswehr, but not go to war”. He is waiting for the Bundeswehr to report and works in the hardware store. In June 2006 he was charged with illegal possession of weapons. He is said to have threatened a boy with a gun. The dream of the Bundeswehr is over. He struggles: “I wish I could turn back time and start over with the knowledge that I now have.”

According to H., the last person Bastian sees before he runs to the first floor of the school is his brother Dennis. Bastian holds a gun to a student's head, Dennis comes and says: "What are you doing?" Bastian lets go of the girl and rushes on. Authorities say there were no deaths because police were quick. Psychologist Lüdke believes that it was Dennis who shook his brother up a little bit face to face.

In his farewell video, Bastian says: “I wasn't human, I was divine.” When he saw Dennis, Bastian knew that wasn't true. It was too late.

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Hey. Love your blog man, RX content is so rare on here. Thanks for posting and reblogging his gems

Aw danke!!

Thaks for all the people who has posted his gems before, so I can find them and reblog them! May his soul rest in peace.

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^ PDF File about Bastian Bosse.

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A really rare video of Bastian Bosse/ResistantX

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