Oh, that worthless sack was cackling with joy as soon as he heard the news. No better way to appeal to thoughtless emotional baiting than to have a soapbox made of bodies, and he does love that. The kids who died meant nothing to him except for the dollar signs in his eyes, and the attention he so desperately craves.
None of his films show any more intellectual or ethical value than the average Honey-Boo-Boo episode, in fact, he's quite a bit worse, in that his agenda involves enslaving large numbers of productive folks in order to feed his beached-whale ego.
