Hopefully in the next few hours, the LAX shooter will choke to death on the swollen remains of his own tongue. I look forward to that happy news.
Fuck that guy. He deserves to meet an agonizing end, and I won’t mind a bit if we’re all spared the continuing coverage of his subsequent prosecution. I don’t care about his motives or his mental state. I don’t even care to repeat his name. Nothing about him matters anymore. As a person, he is null and void.
That’s not to say I’m in a rush to dehumanize him. On the contrary, he is very much a man — a violent, selfish man who focused his narcissistic rage down the barrel sight of an AR-15 as he opened fire on innocent people he himself refused to see as human merely because they worked for the TSA.
The fucking TSA. How ridiculous. Of all the anti-government wingnuttery to latch on to, this piece of shit picks the poor dumb bastards who make us take off our shoes at the airport. It’s all so unbelievably stupid.
What’s worse, it’s all so banal. It’s just another angry white guy going on a shooting spree with an assault rifle. Just another “pissed-off patriot.”
A patriot. The LAX shooter had a note in his pocket in which he referred to himself as a goddamned patriot. I fucking love that, because you know what? He is. That’s what the word means now. It’s been co-opted as a label by so many jingoistic, ultra-conservative nutballs that calling yourself a patriot is the same thing as identifying as a right-wing extremist.
I for one am glad that “patriot” has a new patina to it. I’m sick of ignorant assholes wearing that word like a badge of honor. It deserves to be tarnished. Quite frankly, the only good thing the LAX shooter did with his otherwise wasted life was to perfectly demonstrate how little difference there is between a patriot and a terrorist.
Nice job, douchebag. Now hurry up and die.