America's Spawn
Nite Owl: What the hell happened to us, what happened to the American Dream?
The Comedian: What happened to the American dream...it came true, you're looking at it!
-Watchmen (1987)
It took an hour to read Christopher Dorner's well-written death note. His middle finger was the shaft of a rifle aimed at penetrating racism no thicker than three inches of history. I believe if given more time, more officers would have been targeted. The cabin wasn't his barrier, but his burial. He began with the end in mind, unlike Christopher Columbus , Adolf Hitler, and Number 45. Precisely articulated , he spells out a plan to murder in response to bad blood. The blue kind protected by procedural biases, registered firearms, and stained badges. He stated Gabrielle Union is a sexy actor and Dave Chappelle is a comedic genius. He liked Tim Tebow and Charlie Sheen, but he despised the LAPD like America hates breaking tradition and ignoring conservatives. Dorner said since you silenced his observation, you will not silence his rifle. Buying ammo was as easy...as buying ammo. He left no wife, no children, no dog, no will to live with the dead at heart. If you can't feel for victims getting their face and chest kicked in by their protectors, one must be lifeless towards the simplicity of humanity.
Maybe something was exploding inside the entire time. Many bombs were possibly trying to get out of his body and his hate produced an extra layer of skin. The only way to express the burn was to kill away the parasites feeding through California. My wife asked why I was so curious to read it. I wanted to know the operation of his thoughts, produce logic behind taking lives with no regret, no restraint. God doesn't yell, but that would have been a good time to summon a banshee's spirit, shrieking a halt to dishonorable homicide. Equipped with more magazines than hair salons, he felt the need to correct the glitch. He played no savior, but executioner. Maybe a white skull should have fashioned his shirt, but Frank Castle had mercy in comparison.
When you look at the videos and see the pictures of Dorner smiling, ask yourself, what have we made? Africa didn't upset him, nor did Heaven or Hell. It was this land of the chained and home of the scared. How dare we take no accountability for him choosing to be a monster. We pushed him into a corner, forced him to choose between complying or complaining. Dorner was stronger than we assumed and because we didn't listen, he made noise like an animal in the cage. Instead of biting at fingers, he shot at bodies. This is what we do. We shoot, reload, and aim. No space to care, no time to forgive. Both cheeks had been slapped. Dorner wasn't listening to Jesus. He wasn't listening to the country that manufactured his cause and effect. Go back to 2013 and watch a dream come true. Gather the laws we changed, the people we murdered, the religions we crafted, throw them into the pot of might and misery, season it with self-regard and serve it to our children. They don't deserve it. Dorner didn't either. I am my brother's keeper, but I can't keep silencing him, telling him to hush only to break the law, make his money, buy his house and repeat 5 days a week. He needed more than a push-off and a let-down. Are we creating more Christopher Dorners because if so, we need to shut down production, immediately!
The Comedian: What happened to the American dream...it came true, you're looking at it!
-Watchmen (1987)
It took an hour to read Christopher Dorner's well-written death note. His middle finger was the shaft of a rifle aimed at penetrating racism no thicker than three inches of history. I believe if given more time, more officers would have been targeted. The cabin wasn't his barrier, but his burial. He began with the end in mind, unlike Christopher Columbus , Adolf Hitler, and Number 45. Precisely articulated , he spells out a plan to murder in response to bad blood. The blue kind protected by procedural biases, registered firearms, and stained badges. He stated Gabrielle Union is a sexy actor and Dave Chappelle is a comedic genius. He liked Tim Tebow and Charlie Sheen, but he despised the LAPD like America hates breaking tradition and ignoring conservatives. Dorner said since you silenced his observation, you will not silence his rifle. Buying ammo was as easy...as buying ammo. He left no wife, no children, no dog, no will to live with the dead at heart. If you can't feel for victims getting their face and chest kicked in by their protectors, one must be lifeless towards the simplicity of humanity.
Maybe something was exploding inside the entire time. Many bombs were possibly trying to get out of his body and his hate produced an extra layer of skin. The only way to express the burn was to kill away the parasites feeding through California. My wife asked why I was so curious to read it. I wanted to know the operation of his thoughts, produce logic behind taking lives with no regret, no restraint. God doesn't yell, but that would have been a good time to summon a banshee's spirit, shrieking a halt to dishonorable homicide. Equipped with more magazines than hair salons, he felt the need to correct the glitch. He played no savior, but executioner. Maybe a white skull should have fashioned his shirt, but Frank Castle had mercy in comparison.
When you look at the videos and see the pictures of Dorner smiling, ask yourself, what have we made? Africa didn't upset him, nor did Heaven or Hell. It was this land of the chained and home of the scared. How dare we take no accountability for him choosing to be a monster. We pushed him into a corner, forced him to choose between complying or complaining. Dorner was stronger than we assumed and because we didn't listen, he made noise like an animal in the cage. Instead of biting at fingers, he shot at bodies. This is what we do. We shoot, reload, and aim. No space to care, no time to forgive. Both cheeks had been slapped. Dorner wasn't listening to Jesus. He wasn't listening to the country that manufactured his cause and effect. Go back to 2013 and watch a dream come true. Gather the laws we changed, the people we murdered, the religions we crafted, throw them into the pot of might and misery, season it with self-regard and serve it to our children. They don't deserve it. Dorner didn't either. I am my brother's keeper, but I can't keep silencing him, telling him to hush only to break the law, make his money, buy his house and repeat 5 days a week. He needed more than a push-off and a let-down. Are we creating more Christopher Dorners because if so, we need to shut down production, immediately!
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