Jesus H. Christ. It’s awfully tough to take a bike race seriously, even The Big One, when nutters in tactical gear are shooting up movie theaters.
Seventy-one shot. At least a dozen dead. And the shooter apparently got it all out of his system — whatever “it” might be — because he just chilled out afterward, waiting to tell the cops about his booby-trapped apartment.
Is it a good thing that this maniac survived to tell his macabre tale? I’m not so sure. We’re all going to hear a lot more about this guy and the spiders in his skull than will be good for us.
Oh, yeah: And it’s long past time for Louie Gohmert to shut the fuck up, and for his constituents to repent for inflicting this festering pustule upon the body politic. Seriously. That nobody has pounded this fuckwit’s teeth right down his yammering gob and out his asshole continues to mystify me. I’d take an honest satanist over his class of blustering “Christian” any day.