That much was made clear from the downvotes. But I don’t think the two situations are equivalent. I’m not interested in continuing on a debate though so we can agree to disagree.
I mean if you had no idea who Rambo was and you just like saw that shit on your lunch break or something… That’s wild. You don’t know who the fuck this short muscle-bound speech deficient asshole is. He’s screaming and popping off rounds like end of days shit. Wild.
We can exit the ride at any time. Few are willing to climb out of the top car of the stranded Ferris wheel and scale down, though, and in this case, it’s enough or nothing. So far it’s nothing.
I can’t think of a place more deserving of a mass-shooting than this room.
There are approximately 146,000 people named Mario in the US alone. Any one of them could do the FUNNIEST THING.
Exactly what I thought. Nobody has made it more possible than the people in this room.
I’d rather they not all be martyrs.
I’d rather a dead useless martyr, than an active live Nazi.
The thing about martyrs though is that they aren’t useless kinda by definition.
So was the Nazi leadership more dangerous as dead martyrs or were they more dangerous when they were living?
Well I disagree that the Nazi leadership became martyrs, for one, so I reject the premise of the question.
I agree. And I don’t think any of these Republican Nazis will be martyrs either.
That much was made clear from the downvotes. But I don’t think the two situations are equivalent. I’m not interested in continuing on a debate though so we can agree to disagree.
No worries.
No one’s going to rally around creepy Mike Johnson’s corpse. No one cares about the guy Luigi (allegedly) shot.
I think you are falsely hopeful if you think it would lead to anything good.
We won’t know for sure unless we try.
What is the most ethical thing to do here?
It would be cathartic for many of us, though.
Ya know…it’s not often you root for the public shooter.
I mean if you had no idea who Rambo was and you just like saw that shit on your lunch break or something… That’s wild. You don’t know who the fuck this short muscle-bound speech deficient asshole is. He’s screaming and popping off rounds like end of days shit. Wild.
The times we live in.
I want off this ride.
We can exit the ride at any time. Few are willing to climb out of the top car of the stranded Ferris wheel and scale down, though, and in this case, it’s enough or nothing. So far it’s nothing.