animefreak_usa wrote...
Mmmm i thought of shooting the douche congressman in my area many times, and he deserves to be shot, but actually doing it, well no. No rational person would kill a person without a just cause more than their opinion and politics. This is America, we use logic and lawful means to get rid of politicians, unlike other countries where defying the status quo would lead to civil war and assassination of candidates. Going make a judgment call and say she as a liberal and the shooter was extreme right wing which makes sense because they are bat shit crazy... my brother is one, but at least the right wingers have some moral and ethical backbone then shoot at a congressperson and judges... poor little girl who saw it in person.
Are you kidding? During the 20th century the USA has had more public figures as well as presidents assassinated than most of Europe combined.
Kalistean wrote...
Shooter was a nutjob. Was just looking for an excuse to be a nutjob.
Sad that people are willing to stomp over everything and try to use this for political gains. Horrible.
It always is... a lone mental patient who has somehow escaped from a facility hundreds of miles away, went to this exact rally then pulled the trigger and afterwards can't even say why he did it. That's how typically a disposable gunman in chosen.
http://exiledonline.com/obama-beware-jfks-blood-watered-the-crazy-rightwings-tree-of-liberty/
http://exiledonline.com/mark-ames-presents-wisdom-for-the-ages-always-rush-a-gun-and-run-from-a-knife/
http://exiledonline.com/who-remembers-the-strange-hit-job-on-nicholas-deak/
[size=9]While it’s certainly possible that a man as powerful and murky as Deak, with as many big secrets he held, could have been killed by a “lone nut” who randomly happened to come all the way from Seattle to Orlando to Manhattan and shoot him. But that story strains belief.
I wouldn’t really give a shit about Deak’s murder myself if the way he was killed didn’t trigger a bad flashback to Moscow. It was 2002, I was running The eXile almost alone because Taibbi and Krazy Kevin split to start up a paper in Buffalo right when this problem started to heat up. After a few months, it snowballed into something serious, and then scary. I was determined not to give in, and the very night that I was about to publish an aggressive article slamming the goons and daring them to kill me, a good Russian friend called me to tell me that they were going to take up my dare and I was a dead man if I didn’t back down quickly. This friend, I’ll call him Pavlik, was by this time nearly an oligarch in terms of his power and money (I’d known him back in the mid-90s when he was looking for work). He’d heard about how I was confronting people from a particular grupperovka, told me at 3am to stop production of the newspaper and cancel my articles, and had his driver pick me up from The eXile’s offices.
I was driven to a bar where Pavlik was waiting, along with two old pals of his who were on the criminal-underworld side of Moscow’s economy. When I walked in, they all gave me an almost embarrassed look, something like pity, and that’s when I realized I’d fucked up. I was already a dead man–and one of the stupidest they’d ever come across.
“Don’t you know who these fucking people are?” Pavlik said. “Listen, Mark, this isn’t a game, mate. [He always preferred the British "mate" to our "dude."] It doesn’t matter that you’re American–they don’t give a fuck about your passport. You will 100 percent for sure be killed if you do not back down now and do everything as I say. You understand? You will be killed. I don’t want to see you die. I don’t know how else to make this clear to you, mate. I’ve already seen plenty of it, and I don’t want to see it again. It’s not worth it, mate. You can’t win, you’re just fucked. That’s what these people do. And let me tell you how they will kill you, so that you understand. Because I know, okay? These fuckers, they won’t shoot you today, they won’t shoot you tomorrow. It won’t happen like that. They won’t break into your flat and kill you. They’ll do it in a way that no one would think of the connection. They will wait and it will look random, totally random. Six months from now, a year, two years from now, whatever is most convenient for them, some random thing will happen to you. You’ll be walking down a street, and some crazy bomzh with a knife will just fucking stab you, okay? Or some junkie will just stick you with an infected needle. Or a brick will fall from a construction site. It will look like an accident, or like something completely random, and that will be it. You’ll be fucking dead.”
Seeing Pavlik switching from hysteria to resignation was enough to convince me. I took his advice to the T, and he rescued my ass (so far at least). He talked to his people, who talked to their people. Money was paid, apologies were written. I sure as fuck didn’t want to die like that, knifed by some Russian homeless person, for no apparent reason.
Reading about Deak’s murder, I couldn’t help but think, “Hey! I recognize that! It’s a hit job!”[/h]