More specifically, the sandwich that he stopped to grab, in public, after having just survived MULTIPLE failed assasination attempts in a parade!
Honestly, let’s take away the politics. Let’s take away the original reasons for the assasination attempts. Let’s take away the nationality, and culture.
The fact that you sat in an open top car during a parade, witnessed MULTIPLE assasination attempts fail as you drove through the public, SURVIVED UNHARMED, and your first thought was “I’m gonna get a sandwich”? Yeah, Franz deserved what he got.
Alright NYT. You wanna dance? Let’s dance!
If I ask a 3 year old with crumbs on his face, if he ate a cookie from the cookie jar, he may think he’s beating the system by not lying. By not saying “no”.
Cookie crumbs on his face, mouth stuffed. Guilty look on his face. But he never lied. At that age, they don’t yet realize that by not answering the question, you answer the question.
So, your plan to NOT publish his words, is to make us think he wrote dangerous things, and a hitlist. Your plan is to make our imagination do the dirty work for you.
So until you publish in full what has been written by him, I WILL let my imagination run wild. I’ll assume that he wrote every positive thing that confirms my own biases and makes him a good person.
Hey, did you hear what Luigi Mangione wrote? He admitted to volunteering his time helping the elderly. He admitted to being the face of the revolution. What revolution? The revolution where we care for the sick and disabled. The revolution of empathy. And he killed a man who openly chose humans to suffer for his own personal profit.
That is what he wrote, and the new york times confirmed my biases. They won’t even show his face, because it makes TOO MANY panties wet. That is what I believe, and that is what NYT has confirmed. That is what I shall tell everybody, and we as a society will believe. We will continue this revolution of empathy, for all of eternity.
Unless of coarse you want to publish, in it’s entirety, word for word, what he wrote. That sure would keep my imagination from running wild.