The problem is that people want to know who and, more, why these things happen. Now we know about one very warped and evil person and what we can avoid but next time we’ll be surprised again.
And how are we supposed to do that? Should we make a “hurricane” and pre-assign names for the next 10 mass killers and only use those name? And what if they don’t die, how do we put them on trial?
I understand what they’re saying but it’s kind of cursing the sun for rising in the east, it’s information it will get out.
Seriously.
Won’t happen since the MSMLSD makes them into hero’s.
Yes, because some individuals seek fame by killing other people, or imagine themselves doing the same thing, and like the idea.
Mass murderers should be identified by name ONCE. No pictures should be published. Rolling Stone should be put out of business. Reporters should be responsible (impossible) and not interview murderers in prison.
Agreed. Maybe the media folks feel that they owe the mass murderers more notoriety, because their families had high incomes. And several of them had government-related high incomes.
Instead of referring to them as “the gunman”, stories should just refer to them as “the loser” continuously.
Pundits who can’t recognize that there is a difference between fame and infamy and are unable to describe how each can serve a positive purpose should be denied a platform.
When John Lennon was shot, I consciously refused to acknowledge the name of the shooter. I’m not even sure I could name the person today. I don’t want to be able to.
The guy did it for fame. F that noise. [ folks: please do not include his name in a response to this post ]
Lennon was far to the Left of me. It was a source of sorrow for me to realize that. Hey, it was what it was.
Both he and McCartney, and the other members of the Beatles created music that is still very popular and used all over the place 50 years later. Those songs/melodies will be popular 500 years from now. That deserves some credit, some acknowledgement of just how special those times were.
For some malcontent to come along and shoot one of the guys down on a city street, really pisses me off to this day.
For the record, I seldom listen to music. It’s just not my thing. After about ten minutes of music on in the background, it grates me almost as bad as fingernails on a blackboard. It always has.
None the less, you should be able to acknowledge truly great artists for the work they put out, even if you do have massive differences regarding their political ideology. And with Lennon, I did, do, and always will.
I’m not sure how you achieve it, because we should have access to mass killer’s names, though I sure don’t like the idea of them being modern day villains, well known for the disgusting crimes they have committed.
This is what happened in Australia, and it explains Australia’s reduction in massacres with guns after Port Arthur.
The Port Arthur mass murderer was motivated by fame. He repeatedly asked if he had “broke the record”.
The Australian media almost begged for a mass gun killing so they could pass their population disarmament scheme before Port Arther.
Afterward, they proudly proclaimed it could not happen again, and emphasized how miserable was the life of the mass killer.
It is a little more complicated, but those are the essential facts.
There have been three mass killings in Australia by arson since then, but the media is not yet attempting to ban fire, so they do not get the firestorm of attention that “gun massacres” got before Port Arther, and afterward, to pass one of the most restrictive (and stupid) gun law schemes in Western civilization.
No! We The People are entitled to the truth!
Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
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....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
No gonna happen, people are curious. Jack the Ripper’s identity is still speculated on.
....and their lives.