Actually, in this case, even I gotta say that it IS possible the Marxists most likely would have been able to prevent this particular "horrible tragedy" their preferred way. First and foremost, it appears that Mom did take her kid seriously enough to pester doctors for help, and full blown Marxist Regimes that dispense with games of pretext Do provide locked cold storage warehousing for vast numbers of 'marginals', so chances of an Adam 'running loose' in such countries would be slim to long-ago incapacitated. Secondly, it also seems Mom was a Responsible Law Abiding Citizen, so had she been raised in an Honestly Leftist Conservative country, she would, in fact, have been quite as equally abiding of its natural subjugation and thereby been bereft of the tools her son did misappropriate.
Unfortunately, we aren't an Honest Country in anything we do. So mom's continued petitions for help went unaddressed - Adam's needs went unaddressed - And Mom's beliefs about "America" were taught to her as inaccurately as Adam's belief's about propriety in general. All of which are standard fodder for the mechanized perfections achieved under Marxist Ideals.
Sam Adams also had a cure for the same ills - and I happen to believe such individualistic 'Savagery' as preferable to the alternate Collectivist's form - mom shoulda simply been taught that letting Adam believe he could fly and allowing the boy as much free access to enjoy as many high cliffs over swift rivers as possible would equally "have prevented Newtown" and done so much earlier and without adding anything at all to any civil list to be paid for By anybody To anybody in the name of any thing but even Adam's PUREST Free "Pursuit Of Happiness" whatsoever.
But
"You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy"
not-Amer-ica
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/1776originalcastrecording/piddletwiddleandresolvetillthen.htm
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America
A curse that we now here rehearse in Philadelphia
A second flood, a simple famine
Plagues of locusts everywhere
Or a cataclysmic earthquake
I'd accept with some despair
But, no, you sent us Congress.
Good God, sir, was that fair?
I say it with humility in Philadelphia
We're your responsibility in Philadephia
If you don't want to see us hanging
From some far-off British hill
If you don't want the voice of independency
Forever still
Then God, sir, get thee to it
For Congress never will
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy
Philadephia!
They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia.
These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia.
They can't agree on what is right and wrong
Or what is good or bad; I'm convinced
The only purpose this Congress ever had
Was to gather here specifically
To drive John Adams mad!
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy
Philadephia!
Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!
Adams:
Oh good God!
Abigail:
John, John, is that you carrying on, John?
Just tell the Congress to declare independency
Then sign your name, get out of there and
Hurry home to me
Our children all have dysentery
Little Tom keeps turning blue
Little Abbey has the measles
And I'm coming down with flu
They say we may get smallpox
Adams:
Madam, what else is new?
Abigail:
There's one thing every woman's missed in
Massachusetts Bay
Don't smirk at me, you egotist; pay
Heed to what I say
We've gone from Framingham to Boston
And we cannot find a pin
"Don't you know there's a war on?"
Say the tradesmen with a grin
Well, we will not make saltpeter
Until you send us pins!
Both:
Till then, till then
I am as I ever was and ever shall be
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours
Adams:
Saltpeter, John
Abigail:
Pins, Abigail
Congress:
For God's sake, John, sit down
Oh, good God! Consider yourself lucky that you have John Adams to abuse,
for no sane man would tolerate it!
Congress:
John, you're a bore; we've heard this before
Now for God's sake, John, sit down!
Congress:
Will someone shut that man up?
Adams:
Never!