A grainy image of his face drew comparisons to Hollywood heartthrobs. A jacket similar to the one he’s wearing on wanted posters is reportedly flying off the shelves. And the words written on the bullets he used to kill a man in cold blood on a sidewalk on Wednesday have become, for some people, a rallying cry.
Four days after a gunman assassinated a top health insurance executive in Midtown Manhattan and vanished, the unidentified suspect has, in some quarters, been venerated as something approaching a folk hero.
No. You weren’t speculating. You were making claims. I guess I’ll have to quote you again:
This post:
Again, make up your mind. Do other people, not you, believe this or do you also believe it?
You are bizarrely inconsistent and are apparently very willing to pretend you didn’t say things you said.
Cool.
And you know what I’m going to maintain? You have fundamentally misunderstood the point I was trying to make. I can’t say I blame you for it. Obviously some of that’s on me.
But you know what else I’m not gonna do? I’m not gonna go line by line refuting your misunderstanding of my various quotes from my mobile device, and certainly not when I’m going to bed. Definitely not when I’d rather sleep than lay awake being annoyed at someone insisting upon not getting my point that I often struggle to make.
Gnight dude. Ever a pleasure.
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Stop talking to me.
I literally deleted my post immediately after posting it because I thought better of it. For fuck’s sake.
I can’t help it if deleted by creator is still there. That’s how Lemmy works.
And I replied before you deleted it. I appreciate it. But my statement stands. For tonight anyway. I don’t have anything against you. I’m just done with this particular conversation. Your interests and mine have differed too much for me to want to continue, and I’m trying to control how easily I get irritated, that’s all.
Have a good night.