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What if, now hear me out cuz this gonna get a bit speculative. What if the killer set up Luigi to be the ultimate fall guy? Catfished him into coming to New York staying at a hostel, traveling places by bus in an elaborate game of catch me if you can for intimate reasons. All the while the catfisher was plotting to kill the United guy, and frame Luigi. Luigi’s family was the care facility owner, that wronged said catfisher a long with the united insurance guy,  and he plotted Luigi take the fall. All the catfisher had to do was get off that first bus and get a rental to follow Luigi until the right moment. That moment was a McDonald’s known for old timers hanging out. It’s like a Michael Crichton novel he added his name to, but didn’t write.

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3 hours ago, MonkeyDoughnut said:

Guy looks just like the pictures circulated. For someone who wasn't some old recluse, how does his family, friends, social circles not immediately recognize him??

They didn't say they didn't recognize him.

They just didn't tell YOO they recognize him.

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5 hours ago, Newdoc said:

This ignoramus made so many mistakes that Barney Fife could have caught him within a week. We can thank the desk clerk for shaving off a couple of days.

 

And who continues to carry their manifesto and the gun with them after the shooting? This guy may have some kind of hero perversion. Glad he didn't go off in a mass shooting spree inside an insurance company office.

I’ve always wanted to produce a “manifesto.” Somehow I get stuck on “screed” or if I’m really in the zone “jeremiad.” 

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15 minutes ago, Covri said:

What if, now hear me out cuz this gonna get a bit speculative. What if the killer set up Luigi to be the ultimate fall guy? Catfished him into coming to New York staying at a hostel, traveling places by bus in an elaborate game of catch me if you can for intimate reasons. All the while the catfisher was plotting to kill the United guy, and frame Luigi. Luigi’s family was the care facility owner, that wronged said catfisher a long with the united insurance guy,  and he plotted Luigi take the fall. All the catfisher had to do was get off that first bus and get a rental to follow Luigi until the right moment. That moment was a McDonald’s known for old timers hanging out. It’s like a Michael Crichton novel he added his name to, but didn’t write.

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Yeah 3D printing your own gun and silencer and then not throwing them away while crossing multiple state lines is pretty stupid for a guy who had a well thought out first half game plan

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Yeah 3D printing your own gun and silencer and then not throwing them away while crossing multiple state lines is pretty stupid for a guy who had a well thought out first half game plan

They's book-smart, which he was, and then they's print-out-a-gun-and-shoot-folks-and-escape-smart, which he weren't

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So allegedly the he spiraled into psychosis following an accident where he broke his back in Hawaii and the surgery was unsuccessful to fix it. He was also seen in photos at a Taylor Swift concert. I was expecting a blue collar guy whose wife, mother or child got fucked out of life saving treatment. I guess rich people are getting fucked by the health care system too. 

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21 hours ago, Auto Driller said:

I think it’s clear that his selection of bus travel was very intentional. Much less stringent screening than air travel. He probably used the same fake NJ drivers license that he used at the hostel. They may be able to track him to a specific outbound bus, but then what? Which stop did he get off on? How’s the security footage in Bumfuck, West Virginia?

I ordered a chili dog at the Bumfuck, West Virginia Dairy Queen.

I got a hotdog bun full of just chili (no beans). 

Every employee there dismissed my complaint as ridiculous…..


 

until I killed them all.

 

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15 minutes ago, Captainant said:

Yeah 3D printing your own gun and silencer and then not throwing them away while crossing multiple state lines is pretty stupid for a guy who had a well thought out first half game plan

Sir this is the daily Texan, take your cowboys analogies to the football board.

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59 minutes ago, HouTex said:

Well done briefing by the PA governor. 

Nah. What has peaceful political discourse gotten the hundreds of thousands if not millions who died before they needed to, suffered horribly, or went bankrupt because of the greed of the private healthcare industry? They should just accept their unjust fate and not fight back? 

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31 minutes ago, 4th and 5 said:

I ordered a chili dog at the Bumfuck, West Virginia Dairy Queen.

I got a hotdog bun full of just chili (no beans). 

Every employee there dismissed my complaint as ridiculous…..


 

until I killed them all.

 

Mayfield DQs don't carry hot dogs in their inventory so this just pisses me off.

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55 minutes ago, Captainant said:

pretty stupid for a guy who had a well thought out first half game plan

 

41 minutes ago, Covri said:

Sir this is the daily Texan, take your cowboys analogies to the football board.

Had me thinking Luigi and Sark might be cousins.

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1 hour ago, 956 Worldwide said:

I’ve always wanted to produce a “manifesto.” Somehow I get stuck on “screed” or if I’m really in the zone “jeremiad.” 

I tried to write one but just ended up writing a bunch of obscenities about Tom Herman. 

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Social media link dump for Luigi courtesy of the folks at /pol     

https://pastebin.com/1PY6Ecgq

  1. >emails
  2. louismangione9@gmail.com
  3. Last profile edit : 2023/03/29 01:24:52
  4.  
  5. luigifromfiji@comcast.net
  6. Last Profile edit: 2011/07/23 14:30:34
  7.  
  8. Both outdated. Gotta find a better one.
  9.  
  10.  
  11. Alright. GOT IT!
  12.  
  13. >Altoona, PA
  14.  
  15. lnmangione@gmail.com
  16. Last Profile Edit: 2024/07/12 05:08:54 (UTC)
  17.  
  18. Google Reviews:
  19.  
  20. https://bsky.app/profile/pepmangione.bsky.social [https://bsky.app/profile/pepmangione.bsky.social/post/3lcvgvubulm2j]
  21. https://t.me/pepmangione (Might/Might not be him, can't confirm)
 
 
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Supposedly Luigi's manifesto.
 

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The Allopathic Complex and Its Consequences

luigi mangione's last words

 

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The second amendment means I am my own chief executive and commander in chief of my own military. I authorize my own act of self-defense in response to a hostile entity making war on me and my family.
 
Nelson Mandela says no form of viooence can be excused. Camus says it’s all the same, whether you live or die or have a cup of coffee. MLK says violence never brings permanent peace. Gandhi says that non-violence is the mightiest power available to mankind.
 
That’s who they tell you are heroes. That’s who our revolutionaries are.
 
Yet is that not capitalistic? Non-violence keeps the system working at full speed ahead.
 
What did it get us. Look in the mirror.
 
They want us to be non-violent, so that they can grow fat off the blood they take from us.
 
The only way out is through. Not all of us will make it. Each of us is our own chief executive. You have to decide what you will tolerate.
 
In Gladiator 1 Maximus cuts into the military tattoo that identifies him as part of the roman legion. His friend asks “Is that the sign of your god?” As Maximus carves deeper into his own flesh, as his own blood drips down his skin, Maximus smiles and nods yes. The tattoo represents the emperor, who is god. The god emperor has made himself part of Maximus’s own flesh. The only way to destroy the emperor is to destroy himself. Maximus smiles through the pain because he knows it is worth it.
 
These might be my last words. I don’t know when they will come for me. I will resist them at any cost. That’s why I smile through the pain.
 

They diagnosed my mother with severe neuropathy when she was forty-one years old. She said it started ten years before that with burning sensations in her feet and occasional sharp stabbing pains. At first the pain would last a few moments, then fade to tingling, then numbness, then fade to nothing a few days later.
 
The first time the pain came she ignored it. Then it came a couple times a year and she ignored it. Then every couple months. Then a couple times a month. Then a couple times a week. At that point by the time the tingling faded to numbness, the pain would start, and the discomfort was constant. At that point even going from the couch to the kitchen to make her own lunch became a major endeavor
 
She started with ibuprofen, until the stomach aches and acid reflux made her switch to acetaminophen. Then the headaches and barely sleeping made her switch back to ibuprofen.
The first doctor said it was psychosomatic. Nothing was wrong. She needed to relax, destress, sleep more.
 
The second doctor said it was a compressed nerve in her spine. She needed back surgery. It would cost $180,000. Recovery would be six months minimum before walking again. Twelve months for full potential recovery, and she would never lift more than ten pounds of weight again.
 
The third doctor performed a Nerve Conduction Study, Electromyography, MRI, and blood tests. Each test cost $800 to $1200. She hit the $6000 deductible of her UnitedHealthcare plan in October. Then the doctor went on vacation, and my mother wasn’t able to resume tests until January when her deductible reset.
The tests showed severe neuropathy. The $180,000 surgery would have had no effect.
 
They prescribed opioids for the pain. At first the pain relief was worth the price of constant mental fog and constipation. She didn’t tell me about that until later. All I remember is we took a trip for the first time in years, when she drove me to Monterey to go to the aquarium. I saw an otter in real life, swimming on its back. We left at 7am and listened to Green Day on the four-hour car ride. Over time, the opioids stopped working. They made her MORE sensitive to pain, and she felt withdrawal symptoms after just two or three hours.
Then gabapentin. By now the pain was so bad she couldn’t exercise, which compounded the weight gain from the slowed metabolic rate and hormonal shifts. And it barely helped the pain, and made her so fatigued she would go an entire day without getting out of bed.
 
Then Corticosteroids. Which didn’t even work.
 
The pain was so bad I would hear my mother wake up in the night screaming in pain. I would run into her room, asking if she’s OK. Eventually I stopped getting up. She’d yell out anguished shrieks of wordless pain or the word “fuck” stretched and distended to its limits. I’d turn over and go back to sleep.
 
All of this while they bled us dry with follow-up appointment after follow-up appointment, specialist consultations, and more imagine scans. Each appointment was promised to be fully covered, until the insurance claims were delayed and denied. Allopathic medicine did nothing to help my mother’s suffering. Yet it is the foundation of our entire society.
My mother told me that on a good day the nerve pain was like her legs were immersed in ice water. On a bad day it felt like her legs were clamped in a machine shop vice, screwed down to where the cranks stopped turning, then crushed further until her ankle bones sprintered and cracked to accommodate the tightening clamp. She had more bad days than good.
My mother crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees. I slept in the living room to create more distance from her cries in the night. I still woke up, and still went back to sleep.
Back then I thought there was nothing I could do.
 

The high copays made consistent treatment impossible. New treatments were denied as “not medically necessary.” Old treatments didn’t work, and still put us out for thousands of dollars.
 
UnitedHealthcare limited specialist consultations to twice a year.
 
Then they refused to cover advanced imaging, which the specialists required for an appointment.
 
Prior authorizations took weeks, then months.
 
UnitedHealthcare constantly changed their claim filing procedure. They said my mother’s doctor needed to fax his notes. Then UnitedHealthcare said they did not save faxed patient correspondence, and required a hardcopy of the doctor’s typed notes to be mailed. Then they said they never received the notes. They were unable to approve the claim until they had received and filed the notes.
 
They promised coverage, and broke their word to my mother.
 
With every delay, my anger surged. With every denial, I wanted to throw the doctor through the glass wall of their hospital waiting room.
 
But it wasn’t them. It wasn’t the doctors, the receptionists, administrators, pharmacists, imaging technicians, or anyone we ever met. It was UnitedHealthcare.
 

People are dying. Evil has become institutionalized. Corporations make billions of dollars off the pain, suffering, death, and anguished cries in the night of millions of Americans.
We entered into an agreement for healthcare with a legally binding contract that promised care commensurate with our insurance payments and medical needs. Then UnitedHealthcare changes the rules to suit their own profits. They think they make the rules, and think that because it’s legal that no one can punish them.
They think there’s no one out there who will stop them.
 

Now my own chronic back pain wakes me in the night, screaming in pain. I sought out another type of healing that showed me the real antidote to what ails us.
I bide my time, saving the last of my strength to strike my final blows. All extractors must be forced to swallow the bitter pain they deal out to millions.
 

As our own chief executives, it’s our obligation to make our own lives better. First and foremost, we must seek to improve our own circumstances and defend ourselves. As we do so, our actions have ripple effects that can improve the lives of others.
 
Rules exist between two individuals, in a network that covers the entire earth. Some of these rules are written down. Some of these rules emerge from natural respect between two individuals. Some of these rules are defined in physical laws, like the properties of gravity, magnetism or the potential energy stored in the chemical bonds of potassium nitrate.
 
No single document better encapsulates the belief that all people are equal in fundamental worth and moral status and the frameworks for fostering collective well-being than the US constitution.
 
Writing a rule down makes it into a law. I don’t give a fuck about the law. Law means nothing. What does matter is following the guidance of our own logic and what we learn from those before us to maximize our own well-being, which will then maximize the well-being of our loved ones and community.
 
That’s where UnitedHealthcare went wrong. They violated their contract with my mother, with me, and tens of millions of other Americans. This threat to my own health, my family’s health, and the health of our country’s people requires me to respond with an act of war.
 
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1 hour ago, Captainant said:

Yeah 3D printing your own gun and silencer and then not throwing them away while crossing multiple state lines is pretty stupid for a guy who had a well thought out first half game plan

So Sark is the mastermind behind this?

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Last night while we were Sunday fundaying in beautiful and scenic downtown Vegas, my friend, a shawty with big tits (no pics), insisted this guy was a pro who would never be caught, she gave me some action on it for $100, which was more than I made at the craps table, and I got to collect on my enraged patient bet this afternoon. And I went 5/5 on all my CFB bets, which, sadly included GA+3 and the under. You have to bet with your brain, not your heart.

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43 minutes ago, 956 Worldwide said:

It is amazing that half the internet was speculating that this guy was John Wick but in fact he was tweeting about banning flashlights and conveyor belt sushi.

 

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I mean, he’s not wrong. I’ve heard half these things are legit problems in Japan. Why he cares, I dunno, but maybe he was catfished by a Koi Fish…

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Everyone knew the "It's the wrong guy" conspiracy would start right away, and it has.  

Not buying into that, but... 

All I'm saying is if the guy on the left (mug shot) walks by me in McDonalds, I'm not connecting him with the photo on the right. Zero out of 100 times would I connect those.

 

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15 minutes ago, Horn Under a Bad Sign said:

Supposedly Luigi's manifesto.
 

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The Allopathic Complex and Its Consequences

luigi mangione's last words

 

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LM
Dec 09, 2024
 
 
The second amendment means I am my own chief executive and commander in chief of my own military. I authorize my own act of self-defense in response to a hostile entity making war on me and my family.
 
Nelson Mandela says no form of viooence can be excused. Camus says it’s all the same, whether you live or die or have a cup of coffee. MLK says violence never brings permanent peace. Gandhi says that non-violence is the mightiest power available to mankind.
 
That’s who they tell you are heroes. That’s who our revolutionaries are.
 
Yet is that not capitalistic? Non-violence keeps the system working at full speed ahead.
 
What did it get us. Look in the mirror.
 
They want us to be non-violent, so that they can grow fat off the blood they take from us.
 
The only way out is through. Not all of us will make it. Each of us is our own chief executive. You have to decide what you will tolerate.
 
In Gladiator 1 Maximus cuts into the military tattoo that identifies him as part of the roman legion. His friend asks “Is that the sign of your god?” As Maximus carves deeper into his own flesh, as his own blood drips down his skin, Maximus smiles and nods yes. The tattoo represents the emperor, who is god. The god emperor has made himself part of Maximus’s own flesh. The only way to destroy the emperor is to destroy himself. Maximus smiles through the pain because he knows it is worth it.
 
These might be my last words. I don’t know when they will come for me. I will resist them at any cost. That’s why I smile through the pain.
 

They diagnosed my mother with severe neuropathy when she was forty-one years old. She said it started ten years before that with burning sensations in her feet and occasional sharp stabbing pains. At first the pain would last a few moments, then fade to tingling, then numbness, then fade to nothing a few days later.
 
The first time the pain came she ignored it. Then it came a couple times a year and she ignored it. Then every couple months. Then a couple times a month. Then a couple times a week. At that point by the time the tingling faded to numbness, the pain would start, and the discomfort was constant. At that point even going from the couch to the kitchen to make her own lunch became a major endeavor
 
She started with ibuprofen, until the stomach aches and acid reflux made her switch to acetaminophen. Then the headaches and barely sleeping made her switch back to ibuprofen.
The first doctor said it was psychosomatic. Nothing was wrong. She needed to relax, destress, sleep more.
 
The second doctor said it was a compressed nerve in her spine. She needed back surgery. It would cost $180,000. Recovery would be six months minimum before walking again. Twelve months for full potential recovery, and she would never lift more than ten pounds of weight again.
 
The third doctor performed a Nerve Conduction Study, Electromyography, MRI, and blood tests. Each test cost $800 to $1200. She hit the $6000 deductible of her UnitedHealthcare plan in October. Then the doctor went on vacation, and my mother wasn’t able to resume tests until January when her deductible reset.
The tests showed severe neuropathy. The $180,000 surgery would have had no effect.
 
They prescribed opioids for the pain. At first the pain relief was worth the price of constant mental fog and constipation. She didn’t tell me about that until later. All I remember is we took a trip for the first time in years, when she drove me to Monterey to go to the aquarium. I saw an otter in real life, swimming on its back. We left at 7am and listened to Green Day on the four-hour car ride. Over time, the opioids stopped working. They made her MORE sensitive to pain, and she felt withdrawal symptoms after just two or three hours.
Then gabapentin. By now the pain was so bad she couldn’t exercise, which compounded the weight gain from the slowed metabolic rate and hormonal shifts. And it barely helped the pain, and made her so fatigued she would go an entire day without getting out of bed.
 
Then Corticosteroids. Which didn’t even work.
 
The pain was so bad I would hear my mother wake up in the night screaming in pain. I would run into her room, asking if she’s OK. Eventually I stopped getting up. She’d yell out anguished shrieks of wordless pain or the word “fuck” stretched and distended to its limits. I’d turn over and go back to sleep.
 
All of this while they bled us dry with follow-up appointment after follow-up appointment, specialist consultations, and more imagine scans. Each appointment was promised to be fully covered, until the insurance claims were delayed and denied. Allopathic medicine did nothing to help my mother’s suffering. Yet it is the foundation of our entire society.
My mother told me that on a good day the nerve pain was like her legs were immersed in ice water. On a bad day it felt like her legs were clamped in a machine shop vice, screwed down to where the cranks stopped turning, then crushed further until her ankle bones sprintered and cracked to accommodate the tightening clamp. She had more bad days than good.
My mother crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees. I slept in the living room to create more distance from her cries in the night. I still woke up, and still went back to sleep.
Back then I thought there was nothing I could do.
 

The high copays made consistent treatment impossible. New treatments were denied as “not medically necessary.” Old treatments didn’t work, and still put us out for thousands of dollars.
 
UnitedHealthcare limited specialist consultations to twice a year.
 
Then they refused to cover advanced imaging, which the specialists required for an appointment.
 
Prior authorizations took weeks, then months.
 
UnitedHealthcare constantly changed their claim filing procedure. They said my mother’s doctor needed to fax his notes. Then UnitedHealthcare said they did not save faxed patient correspondence, and required a hardcopy of the doctor’s typed notes to be mailed. Then they said they never received the notes. They were unable to approve the claim until they had received and filed the notes.
 
They promised coverage, and broke their word to my mother.
 
With every delay, my anger surged. With every denial, I wanted to throw the doctor through the glass wall of their hospital waiting room.
 
But it wasn’t them. It wasn’t the doctors, the receptionists, administrators, pharmacists, imaging technicians, or anyone we ever met. It was UnitedHealthcare.
 

People are dying. Evil has become institutionalized. Corporations make billions of dollars off the pain, suffering, death, and anguished cries in the night of millions of Americans.
We entered into an agreement for healthcare with a legally binding contract that promised care commensurate with our insurance payments and medical needs. Then UnitedHealthcare changes the rules to suit their own profits. They think they make the rules, and think that because it’s legal that no one can punish them.
They think there’s no one out there who will stop them.
 

Now my own chronic back pain wakes me in the night, screaming in pain. I sought out another type of healing that showed me the real antidote to what ails us.
I bide my time, saving the last of my strength to strike my final blows. All extractors must be forced to swallow the bitter pain they deal out to millions.
 

As our own chief executives, it’s our obligation to make our own lives better. First and foremost, we must seek to improve our own circumstances and defend ourselves. As we do so, our actions have ripple effects that can improve the lives of others.
 
Rules exist between two individuals, in a network that covers the entire earth. Some of these rules are written down. Some of these rules emerge from natural respect between two individuals. Some of these rules are defined in physical laws, like the properties of gravity, magnetism or the potential energy stored in the chemical bonds of potassium nitrate.
 
No single document better encapsulates the belief that all people are equal in fundamental worth and moral status and the frameworks for fostering collective well-being than the US constitution.
 
Writing a rule down makes it into a law. I don’t give a fuck about the law. Law means nothing. What does matter is following the guidance of our own logic and what we learn from those before us to maximize our own well-being, which will then maximize the well-being of our loved ones and community.
 
That’s where UnitedHealthcare went wrong. They violated their contract with my mother, with me, and tens of millions of other Americans. This threat to my own health, my family’s health, and the health of our country’s people requires me to respond with an act of war.
 
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UnitedHealthcare constantly changed their claim filing procedure. They said my mother’s doctor needed to fax his notes. Then UnitedHealthcare said they did not save faxed patient correspondence, and required a hardcopy of the doctor’s typed notes to be mailed. Then they said they never received the notes. They were unable to approve the claim until they had received and filed the notes.

 

This should be required reading every time some company is about to roll out a new customer portal. 

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14 minutes ago, 0xdeadbeef said:

Everyone knew the "It's the wrong guy" conspiracy would start right away, and it has.  

Not buying into that, but... 

All I'm saying is if the guy on the left (mug shot) walks by me in McDonalds, I'm not connecting him with the photo on the right. Zero out of 100 times would I connect those.

 

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It was probably this photo:

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And again, the crazy brows probably did him in.  Good thing he didn't go to Texas, where he could've hidden among the 50% of people with huge fucking eyebrows, I've been told.

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1 hour ago, 956 Worldwide said:

It is amazing that half the internet was speculating that this guy was John Wick but in fact he was tweeting about banning flashlights and conveyor belt sushi.

 

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Don Quixote grocery stores near me

 

Whoops.

/no carrier

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33 minutes ago, Horn Under a Bad Sign said:

Supposedly Luigi's manifesto.
 

  Reveal hidden contents

The Allopathic Complex and Its Consequences

luigi mangione's last words

 

9758c08e8b07b13caddb4ba8527148b82ad4280e

LM
Dec 09, 2024
 
 
The second amendment means I am my own chief executive and commander in chief of my own military. I authorize my own act of self-defense in response to a hostile entity making war on me and my family.
 
Nelson Mandela says no form of viooence can be excused. Camus says it’s all the same, whether you live or die or have a cup of coffee. MLK says violence never brings permanent peace. Gandhi says that non-violence is the mightiest power available to mankind.
 
That’s who they tell you are heroes. That’s who our revolutionaries are.
 
Yet is that not capitalistic? Non-violence keeps the system working at full speed ahead.
 
What did it get us. Look in the mirror.
 
They want us to be non-violent, so that they can grow fat off the blood they take from us.
 
The only way out is through. Not all of us will make it. Each of us is our own chief executive. You have to decide what you will tolerate.
 
In Gladiator 1 Maximus cuts into the military tattoo that identifies him as part of the roman legion. His friend asks “Is that the sign of your god?” As Maximus carves deeper into his own flesh, as his own blood drips down his skin, Maximus smiles and nods yes. The tattoo represents the emperor, who is god. The god emperor has made himself part of Maximus’s own flesh. The only way to destroy the emperor is to destroy himself. Maximus smiles through the pain because he knows it is worth it.
 
These might be my last words. I don’t know when they will come for me. I will resist them at any cost. That’s why I smile through the pain.
 

They diagnosed my mother with severe neuropathy when she was forty-one years old. She said it started ten years before that with burning sensations in her feet and occasional sharp stabbing pains. At first the pain would last a few moments, then fade to tingling, then numbness, then fade to nothing a few days later.
 
The first time the pain came she ignored it. Then it came a couple times a year and she ignored it. Then every couple months. Then a couple times a month. Then a couple times a week. At that point by the time the tingling faded to numbness, the pain would start, and the discomfort was constant. At that point even going from the couch to the kitchen to make her own lunch became a major endeavor
 
She started with ibuprofen, until the stomach aches and acid reflux made her switch to acetaminophen. Then the headaches and barely sleeping made her switch back to ibuprofen.
The first doctor said it was psychosomatic. Nothing was wrong. She needed to relax, destress, sleep more.
 
The second doctor said it was a compressed nerve in her spine. She needed back surgery. It would cost $180,000. Recovery would be six months minimum before walking again. Twelve months for full potential recovery, and she would never lift more than ten pounds of weight again.
 
The third doctor performed a Nerve Conduction Study, Electromyography, MRI, and blood tests. Each test cost $800 to $1200. She hit the $6000 deductible of her UnitedHealthcare plan in October. Then the doctor went on vacation, and my mother wasn’t able to resume tests until January when her deductible reset.
The tests showed severe neuropathy. The $180,000 surgery would have had no effect.
 
They prescribed opioids for the pain. At first the pain relief was worth the price of constant mental fog and constipation. She didn’t tell me about that until later. All I remember is we took a trip for the first time in years, when she drove me to Monterey to go to the aquarium. I saw an otter in real life, swimming on its back. We left at 7am and listened to Green Day on the four-hour car ride. Over time, the opioids stopped working. They made her MORE sensitive to pain, and she felt withdrawal symptoms after just two or three hours.
Then gabapentin. By now the pain was so bad she couldn’t exercise, which compounded the weight gain from the slowed metabolic rate and hormonal shifts. And it barely helped the pain, and made her so fatigued she would go an entire day without getting out of bed.
 
Then Corticosteroids. Which didn’t even work.
 
The pain was so bad I would hear my mother wake up in the night screaming in pain. I would run into her room, asking if she’s OK. Eventually I stopped getting up. She’d yell out anguished shrieks of wordless pain or the word “fuck” stretched and distended to its limits. I’d turn over and go back to sleep.
 
All of this while they bled us dry with follow-up appointment after follow-up appointment, specialist consultations, and more imagine scans. Each appointment was promised to be fully covered, until the insurance claims were delayed and denied. Allopathic medicine did nothing to help my mother’s suffering. Yet it is the foundation of our entire society.
My mother told me that on a good day the nerve pain was like her legs were immersed in ice water. On a bad day it felt like her legs were clamped in a machine shop vice, screwed down to where the cranks stopped turning, then crushed further until her ankle bones sprintered and cracked to accommodate the tightening clamp. She had more bad days than good.
My mother crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees. I slept in the living room to create more distance from her cries in the night. I still woke up, and still went back to sleep.
Back then I thought there was nothing I could do.
 

The high copays made consistent treatment impossible. New treatments were denied as “not medically necessary.” Old treatments didn’t work, and still put us out for thousands of dollars.
 
UnitedHealthcare limited specialist consultations to twice a year.
 
Then they refused to cover advanced imaging, which the specialists required for an appointment.
 
Prior authorizations took weeks, then months.
 
UnitedHealthcare constantly changed their claim filing procedure. They said my mother’s doctor needed to fax his notes. Then UnitedHealthcare said they did not save faxed patient correspondence, and required a hardcopy of the doctor’s typed notes to be mailed. Then they said they never received the notes. They were unable to approve the claim until they had received and filed the notes.
 
They promised coverage, and broke their word to my mother.
 
With every delay, my anger surged. With every denial, I wanted to throw the doctor through the glass wall of their hospital waiting room.
 
But it wasn’t them. It wasn’t the doctors, the receptionists, administrators, pharmacists, imaging technicians, or anyone we ever met. It was UnitedHealthcare.
 

People are dying. Evil has become institutionalized. Corporations make billions of dollars off the pain, suffering, death, and anguished cries in the night of millions of Americans.
We entered into an agreement for healthcare with a legally binding contract that promised care commensurate with our insurance payments and medical needs. Then UnitedHealthcare changes the rules to suit their own profits. They think they make the rules, and think that because it’s legal that no one can punish them.
They think there’s no one out there who will stop them.
 

Now my own chronic back pain wakes me in the night, screaming in pain. I sought out another type of healing that showed me the real antidote to what ails us.
I bide my time, saving the last of my strength to strike my final blows. All extractors must be forced to swallow the bitter pain they deal out to millions.
 

As our own chief executives, it’s our obligation to make our own lives better. First and foremost, we must seek to improve our own circumstances and defend ourselves. As we do so, our actions have ripple effects that can improve the lives of others.
 
Rules exist between two individuals, in a network that covers the entire earth. Some of these rules are written down. Some of these rules emerge from natural respect between two individuals. Some of these rules are defined in physical laws, like the properties of gravity, magnetism or the potential energy stored in the chemical bonds of potassium nitrate.
 
No single document better encapsulates the belief that all people are equal in fundamental worth and moral status and the frameworks for fostering collective well-being than the US constitution.
 
Writing a rule down makes it into a law. I don’t give a fuck about the law. Law means nothing. What does matter is following the guidance of our own logic and what we learn from those before us to maximize our own well-being, which will then maximize the well-being of our loved ones and community.
 
That’s where UnitedHealthcare went wrong. They violated their contract with my mother, with me, and tens of millions of other Americans. This threat to my own health, my family’s health, and the health of our country’s people requires me to respond with an act of war.
 
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Doesn't match some of the quotes being read out by media sources. There appear to be a couple versions of this floating around, but the media (e.g. NYT) excerpts are not in this document. 

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1 hour ago, 956 Worldwide said:

It is amazing that half the internet was speculating that this guy was John Wick but in fact he was tweeting about banning flashlights and conveyor belt sushi.

 

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I don’t know. If I was a Japanese salaryman, I think I’d much prefer the Japanese anime cosplay version to ours.

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1 hour ago, 0xdeadbeef said:

Everyone knew the "It's the wrong guy" conspiracy would start right away, and it has.  

Not buying into that, but... 

All I'm saying is if the guy on the left (mug shot) walks by me in McDonalds, I'm not connecting him with the photo on the right. Zero out of 100 times would I connect those.

 

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I'm kinda with @0xdeadbeef on this one ... mostly because I don't want it to end like this.  What if this is all an elaborate ruse and Luigi isn't the killer.  What if he is just helping the real killer escape by making the cops think they have their man.  

So when the test the gun it won't be a match, and the real killer will have fled the country to a non-extradition country.

How much time would he get for possession of a gun,silencer and fake IDs?

4D chess 

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