I would like not to believe that real people are actually writing these things about this assassination, but indeed they are.
To riff on your "calling class to order", I recall in elementary school that "we" sometimes did something that was bad that the teacher didn't like, and we all had to put our heads down on our desk for a while. It's too long ago, I don't remember what those things were.
This is bad -- you DO NOT do or say what the people in these posts are saying, you just don't.
I find this assassination (and its current aftermath) to be one of the most disturbing things that's happened this year, and given all that's happened this year, that's saying a lot.
Perhaps you gave this caveat, but opinions expressed on the polarized and radicalized Twitter today are hardly representative of the views of the American population. We already knew people on Twitter are maniacs.
Thank you. My late wife suffered from a number of different disorders and I have well over two decades of experience dealing with insurance companies and managing scores of claims every year. While the process was undeniably stressful at times, it was rare for one of our claims to even be challenged, let alone denied, and in the latter instances I was able to counter their initial response and eventually get payment of some kind.
I have no doubt that other people's experiences have been quite different and that some have been ground down by company foot-dragging (and worse), but in no universe does that justify murdering an executive of one of those companies.
Great idea for a story. Thanks for being on the front lines of decency. If 50% of the hate is fake and manufactured we will heal nicely. My insider educated guess 50%. Ps I walked 20 miles all over Portland OR with my friends in a March of Dimes walkathon in the sixth grade. Maybe 1974. I know where I started from and Love is the answer. Beautiful city and people.
They're even doing it on Facebook, which generally a little more muted because it's not anonymous and management disapproves of shitposting. At least they were on this one page I was compelled to follow because of its name: Insufferable Turds.
That’s a terrific last paragraph Nancy.
Well done and well stated.
I would like not to believe that real people are actually writing these things about this assassination, but indeed they are.
To riff on your "calling class to order", I recall in elementary school that "we" sometimes did something that was bad that the teacher didn't like, and we all had to put our heads down on our desk for a while. It's too long ago, I don't remember what those things were.
This is bad -- you DO NOT do or say what the people in these posts are saying, you just don't.
I find this assassination (and its current aftermath) to be one of the most disturbing things that's happened this year, and given all that's happened this year, that's saying a lot.
Perhaps you gave this caveat, but opinions expressed on the polarized and radicalized Twitter today are hardly representative of the views of the American population. We already knew people on Twitter are maniacs.
True, but it's also happening over on Bluesky. Some of it is just really appalling.
Thank you. My late wife suffered from a number of different disorders and I have well over two decades of experience dealing with insurance companies and managing scores of claims every year. While the process was undeniably stressful at times, it was rare for one of our claims to even be challenged, let alone denied, and in the latter instances I was able to counter their initial response and eventually get payment of some kind.
I have no doubt that other people's experiences have been quite different and that some have been ground down by company foot-dragging (and worse), but in no universe does that justify murdering an executive of one of those companies.
Great idea for a story. Thanks for being on the front lines of decency. If 50% of the hate is fake and manufactured we will heal nicely. My insider educated guess 50%. Ps I walked 20 miles all over Portland OR with my friends in a March of Dimes walkathon in the sixth grade. Maybe 1974. I know where I started from and Love is the answer. Beautiful city and people.
I wonder if ppl cheered on train robbers this way in the 19th century, or if that was a 1960s revisionism to make violent criminals into folk heros
They're even doing it on Facebook, which generally a little more muted because it's not anonymous and management disapproves of shitposting. At least they were on this one page I was compelled to follow because of its name: Insufferable Turds.