"Take it as it comes,
"Buy a Lamborghini,
The lines under Timothy J. McVeigh’s graduation picture in the Lockport, N.Y., high school yearbook for 1986 suggest a contradiction in his personality: an easygoing young man, perhaps, but also one yearning for adventure, for faraway places and a life more exotic than his drowsy hometown had to offer.
He lived with his father and a sister in Pendleton, N.Y., near Buffalo, in a home that had been abandoned by his mother when he was 10.
Not many people in town even remembered him yesterday, and those who did gave conflicting accounts of him, some saying he had been a flamboyant youth with a head full of schemes and a taste for guns, and others recollecting a shy, quiet, churchgoing boy.
Some said he played basketball, but the coach did not remember him. A 10th-grade English teacher whom he had listed as his favorite recalled the books they had read — “Lord of the Flies” and “The Old Man and the Sea” — but very little about young McVeigh beyond an impression of an unremarkable student.
"He was the quiet one," said the teacher, Coleen M. Conner. "A lot of the quiet ones are the ones who have ended up doing scary things. You never know what you have sitting in the classroom."”
This is from a New York Times article about Timothy McVeigh published four days after he blew up a government building, killing 168 (including 19 children) and injuring 680. He committed the deadliest terror attack in US history aside from 9/11, and they still write about all the pleasant and positive qualities he had. Compare the above to this:
Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried on Monday, was no angel, with public records and interviews with friends and family revealing both problems and promise in his young life. Shortly before his encounter with Officer Wilson, the police say he was caught on a security camera stealing a box of cigars, pushing the clerk of a convenience store into a display case. He lived in a community that had rough patches, and he dabbled in drugs and alcohol. He had taken to rapping in recent months, producing lyrics that were by turns contemplative and vulgar. He got into at least one scuffle with a neighbor.
Michael Brown, who killed no one, who was murdered in cold blood in broad daylight, doesn’t get as positive treatment as the biggest killer in American history. White privilege is being granted humanity in life and in death, whether you’re a saint or a monster.(via jean-luc-gohard)
"it’s like freud always said," says the ‘psychologist’ character in the movie, making everyone in the audience who knows anything at all about psychology flinch involuntarily
it’s like freud always said………. you want to bang your mom. don’t try to tell me otherwise you piece of shit