Hey buddy, while I share your sentiment, only we’re allowed to shit on our own country. You can go fuck yourself.

No, that’s not OK. It’s not ok for a law enforcer to kill anyone for any reason other than in the immediate defense of themselves or other civilians.

That’s not their job. They are not political assassins. They are law enforcement. They enforce the law. The law is not “kill any traitors on sight” we already know how untrustworthy police officers are, they’ve proven time and time again that they abuse their power as much as possible. It would be incredibly foolish to give them a blanket pass on killing people because the officer determined they were a Nazi.

I think it’s important to point out that this is not justifiable because he was a jan 6 rioter, but because he was reaching for a gun.

It’s a small distinction, but an important one, as justifications can easily stretch to encompass things they shouldn’t. If it’s ok for an officer to kill someone at a traffic stop solely because they were at the riot, then it won’t be long before it’s justification for killing someone at a protest, or just for speaking out.

So good riddance to bad rubbish in this case, but be wary of dismissing a police officer killing someone just because we don’t like them.

Life is experienced only by those who live it. The thing that keeps me not going through with it, is literally FOMO. As much as life is filled with things that suck, and things that I hate, I know there is the very real possibility that something new will come along that I will have regretted not getting to experience.

When I remember the things that I have experienced since the time I tried to kill myself I’m high school, I am glad I didn’t. I would’ve regretted not making the new friends I did, and meeting the love of my life, and all of the the great times I’ve had, even though the shitty times that drove me to the edge, still persisted.

When I remember the things that I have experienced since the time I tried to kill myself in college, I am glad I didn’t. I would’ve seriously regretted missing out on the freedom of independent living, and the parties with friends, and precious memories I’ve made in that time.

When I remembered the time I tried to kill myself after loosing my 3rd job in a row, and hanging on the edge of poverty for just one too many times, I’m glad I didn’t. I would of seriously regretted missing out on buying my first house, and never getting to meet my baby girls.

When I think now, that life is shit, and not worth continuing, I remember those past times and know that it was impossible to know what could’ve been ahead of me, and how glad I am I stuck around to find out. So I keep on struggling through, because I know that there’s bound to be some unkown thing, at some unknown time, that I will definitely want to be around to see.