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What are we to make of all these stories?
That last pic is from a story that contains the following report on Stewart’s jocular approach to the shooting:
FTA: <<Jon Stewart’s ‘Daily Show’ audience erupted into boos on Tuesday night when the suspect UnitedHealthcare shooter’s capture was mentioned during the host’s monologue.
The Wrap notes most of Stewart’s opening monologue revolved around the fall of President Bashar al-Assad in Syria and the tyrant’s subsequent flight to Russia…
He then asked his cameraperson to zoom in on a photo of Syrian rebels celebrating their victory. Photoshopped in the background was the UnitedHealthcare shooter with Stewart quickly saying, “Are you f–king kidding me? No! There’s no way!” Stewart joked. “Is that where he rode that Citi Bike?”
The late night host made clear“obviously” the shooter wasn’t in Syria given the main suspect in the shooting was discovered at a McDonald’s in Altoona, Penn. The news of the suspect’s apprehension at that place was met by multiple boos from the “Daily Show” audience.>>
Amid rumors that Biden is about to pardon the Brian Thompson shooter, whom New York has only charged with 2nd degree murder despite the evidence of extensive planning and stalking behavior by Mangione, health insurers are running scared, wondering how to preserve the leadership of their companies against apparently massive vigilante emotions in the population at large.
The subliminal message is clear. A substantial percentage of leftist activists have no particular problem endorsing the assassination of people they abhor for various reasons. We have abundant evidence of the fact that many well known Democrats have publicly wished for the murder of Donald Trump.
All on record favoring Trump assassination
Not surprising that media personalities on the left have also joined in the celebration of other vigilante murder plots.
So far, though, only one news outlet has come forward to cover what is happening behind the scenes at these companies…
The article notes that board members of multiple targeted companies are engaging in what appears dangerously close to illegal collusion, emailing their counterparts at other health insurers the following graphic without supporting text:
Thus, the purpose of the graphic being broadcast throughout the health insurance industry is to point out that there is one, and only one, exception to the appropriateness of murder as a political and social reform strategy.
We long ago dispensed with the possibility that BLM was actually symbolic of the fact that All Lives Matter. We were told in no uncertain terms that this was not the case. Certain lives matter more than others to the advocates of identity politics. How George Floyd became a martyr despite his long rap sheet and drug-fueled violent resistance to arrest. Is there any reason to think anything has changed in the minds of the left since the riots following Floyd’s death? No. Most recently we have seen a parallel response to the trial of the “vigilante” Daniel Penny, who was guilty of murder for ending the violence of a subway lunatic trying to assault fellow passengers in NYC. The lives of other passengers didn’t matter as much as the life of their attacker. In this one instance, vigilantism is absolutely forbidden and morally depraved.
Which, as the editors of The Boobylon Beehive point out, has made it a pragmatic option for health insurers to replace their current CEOs with executives who are black and therefore immune from assassination attempts by leftist activists.
The Beehive hypothesizes that headhunters are scouring all the Job Seeking websites, looking for candidates who check the right identity box in their résumés, photos, or video presentations of their credentials. The survival of these companies is at risk. And we all do need health insurance. The riots of the Floyd vengeance summer burned down a lot of people’s lives. So could the amputation of leadership from the companies now being targeted. Obviously, the alternative of eliminating the regulatory protections that fuel corporate thievery are out of the question in a government that regards itself as the only moral authority in the nation.
Let’s hope this bold new hiring strategy will defuse a deadly situation and restore some degree of normalcy to the process by which we are all cheated and robbed by ruthless insurance companies.
All together now…
P.S. One Final Question: How many of the killer’s new fan club have been vocal or active opponents of the Death Penalty in previous bouts of hysteria? Somebody should ask them about this, directly to their faces.
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The last group photo I’m a part of that’s still in my possession. My sister’s wedding in the late1990’s, with me and my mother in attendance, here in Salem. I don’t get out much anymore. Haven’t for a long time. If I didn’t take pictures of myself, nobody would, or could, anymore. I don’t give them the chance. Why in recent years I’ve made a point of doing an official birthday selfie, to keep track of the wear and tear of the years and see if the falling apart process is gaining speed. This year was not a good year for hair. That much I’ll tell you. But here’s the Official 74th Birthday Selfie I took on Friday. Not as young as I used to be. I hadn’t really shown this pic to anyone, but imagine my surprise when I received a gift yesterday by parcel delivery from a young lady I helped raise who will always be close to my heart. She and I hadn’t spoken about the Rolling Stones in years, but somehow she must have divined I’d been thinking of them, because here’s what she ordered sent ...
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