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A Bug’s Life, 1998

The US government on school shootings, online harassment, and police brutality: There's nothing we can do. Offering Thoughts and Prayers.

The US government when one CEO gets shot and a lady quotes a meme at an insurance rep: Ohhh jail!!! Jail for terrorists 1000 years!!!

The fact that you even have to say it is proof enough.

Reblog if you still think LGBT+ couples are underrepresented in the media

Trying to prove a point to my mom.

I really try not to be a conspiracy theorist but I’m seriously flip flopping on whether or not I believe Luigi Mangione actually did it, on one hand this guy’s digital footprint is too vast to not be a real person with real motive, but on the other hand the circumstances of how they caught him are so odd that it just doesn’t add up, like, he wore very nondescript clothing and a mask the day of the shooting, suggesting he doesn’t want to be identified, despite this they were somehow able to identify him at a hostel in different clothing without a mask, he not only fled the scene but allegedly fled New York with a fake ID that the police recovered, several days later they found him in Pennsylvania carrying around all of the evidence in his backpack, including a manifesto, gun, and fake ID, the police also claim he had somewhere between $8,000-$12,000 in his bag, yet when asked about it Luigi claims he had no idea where the money came from and suggests it was planted (which raises several more alarm bells because if this “evidence” was planted then what else could they have fabricated to “catch” this guy?)

this not mentioning the fact that I find it really odd that this guy didn’t digitally publish his manifesto and instead chose to carry a physical copy of it around for days

this all could mean that he wanted to get caught but if that’s the case why go to Pennsylvania at all? why not just stay in New York?

I will say, though, that I think some of this can also be explained by this comment on Reddit:

regardless, the circumstances are suspicious as hell

edit: I realized I forgot to mention this part but it’s also so suspicious how everyone, the police, the media, whatever, are all 100% certain that Luigi Mangione did it, I’ve seen so many high profile cases where cops do press conferences and say “this is America, the suspect is innocent until proven guilty!” yet they’re not even calling Luigi a suspect, they’re outright saying he is the shooter and that he did do it, that’s just weird to me

Fuck allllllll the way off

Uhhhhhhhh that seems bad

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Not painful. Hopeful.

Daring.

Trusting.

Fueling.

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Ring laden.

Strong in its fear. Familiar in its loss.

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Then he shifts the stick, grips the wheel, and speeds straight into the apocalypse.