What kind of society creates a John Hinkley?

The song pretty much speaks for itself

When you die they won't remember your name
Or how you lived your life so usless and vain
But him, we'll remember him
when they cover you over and throw dirt in your eyes
You can forget about all the things that you despised
All the pretty girls, remember him

John Hinkley was not insane
He was a spoiled little brat and a bad aim

He did it all for the love of a girl
But she spurned him and shattered his world
The fantasy was nice while it lasted

It's not strictly against my views
But doncha think that John kinda abused
His rights when he tried to shoot the President?

John Hinkley was not insane
He was a spoiled little brat and a bad aim