UHC Shooter Has Become A Real-life Hero In My Eyes. Literally A Vigilante Justice Doing The Will Of The

MONOPOLY MONEY

I must say. I have never, in my life, seen such a display of divine punishment. It was almost poetic, like a hero from the epics of old rising in vengence and rage, a symbol of the people. As someone vehemently against the death penalty I should feel disgusted, but I really cannot help but be in awe at this man.

Sometimes, money and power rise you so above justice that you must be brought down to earth and reminded you're mortal. The passing of a soul is always a shame, but when a soul kills thousands and views lives as mere numbers to fill his pockets? I may no longer be that religious, but I will say even Jesus Cristo - known hater of the rich and despiser of fucking other people over - would find it hard to keep up with "love each other as I have loved you" motto. Perhaps that's why he's a religious figure and I am not, for my heart hasn't experienced this catharsis in ages.

the fact that people are celebrating the CEO's death and cosplaying the assassin just like the fucking joker movie is never gonna not be hilarious to me

hehe crime

Findings located, it's cold and there are cats, join us in the fey forest

Just saw this ad on here

Why the hell did they decide to advertise this on Tumblr????

The woke social media????

Like, this site is the woke indoctrination, if anything, why are you here

Hello???

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Assumption: you don’t like pineapple on pizza

three hours soul-dead into my shift; i would’ve swallowed plaster if it meant i could leave. droning phones—sales script, etc. etc. (who here hasn’t been dehumanized by minimum wage?) my manager came in to send us all home. we’re closing early today because of the coup. the coup? the fucking coup? what fucking coup? born-again-nazis-illusioned-for-justice climbing the walls, apparently. brought ladders and guns, apparently. to washington, apparently. sir, we live in canada?? doesn’t really matter. we close (no, we’re not getting compensated, but it doesn’t really matter because see aforementioned statement re: plaster). at home (thrilled and confused) i find my sister cutting fresh pineapple on the laminate countertop, and take a big bowl as a reward for not eating plaster. i sit on the rug. i prop up my laptop and watch the news from five thousand kilometers away. the president tells his thugs that they’re “special people”. fun times. fun times. around then, swallowing (something i have historically been very good at) becomes as insurmountable as the american capitol building (a-fucking-pparently). pineapple is my forbidden fruit—because that was the day i finally realized i was allergic to pineapple :(