> growing up super-rich
> entitled as fuck, no wish unfulfilled
> fancy car, fancy school, nose job
> anything you want, throw money at it until you get it
And now... women! Yeah, there certainly are 20-year-old gold diggers in his California college but they certainly don't want to feel like being bought and sold and be treated as whores because they probably are little princesses feeling every bit as entitled and self-righteous as our specimen himself. So the only problem-solving approach he has learned - to wit, throw money at the problem until it goes away - is suddenly useless.
The result: frustration. And here's the thing: lil' prince has never learned to handle frustration. His whole life has been super-smooth sailing. He has zero frustration tolerance.
Others would, in this situation, take it out onthemselves. But our lil' prince has led an absolutely pampered existence surrounded by asskissers who wanted to use him to get close to his dad. He has learned that he is perfect in every way, period.
So, he snaps. He wants to "punish" the imperfect bad guys for being mean meanie heads not giving him what he feels he rightfully deserves. HE feels entitled enough to feel he has the right to kill them and promptly does.
This, ladies and gents, is the class enemy. Observe him closely. Learn to reckognize him when you see him so you know whom to put against the wall once the revolution starts.
I feel kinda rotten but I have to say it: For once, the cops got the right guy. Good riddance.