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The Very Bad Day of Robert Aaron Long
So I suppose the first thing we need to define is the meaning of a ‘bad day’, right?
Like pretty much everyone reading this post, I have had a few bad days myself. Actually, quite a bit more than a few, if we’re being honest. But so far as I know, none of those bad days have resulted in anybody getting buried. I’m guessing it’s kinda like that for you, too. I mean, we all have our days, right? And anyone who has ever had a job has fantasized at one time or another about what they would like to have happen to their boss. You know, accidentally. You can’t lift prints from our imaginations, no matter how active and twisted they may be.
In the end though, for most of us, we move on. Life ain’t always fun, and it damned sure ain’t always fair. But that’s life.
Then you have (white) guys like Robert Aaron Long, Dylann Roof, Timothy McVeigh, etc. etc. etc…
You know, it’s kinda like their entire life was just one long bad day. Except that it was a bad day for someone else, right? Because I think when you decide it’s time to murder a bunch of people because your life is fucked up then you don’t really get to say that the bad day was yours. You can either have the murders or the bad day, guys, but you don’t get to have both. You can’t be the victim and the perpetrator. Just watch Law and Order. So choose.
