OK this mutherfucker kills innocent people - that is messed up... but instead of letting the media think for us lets look at it with our own eyes.
There are some things that simply don't stack up -
If James Holmes was meant to be the Joker, why the hell did he dye his hair pink?
Was the store out of green dye?
Come on! Here is a guy who meticulously planned the shootings months in advance, he stock piled guns and ammo, he booby trapped his house with sophisticated explosives and he had a brilliant escape plan which almost worked. (No I'm not praising the jerk – just trying to think objectively)
His plan was almost genius.Are you telling me a guy who engaged such a degree of foresight and planning messed up a detail like which colour to dye his fucking hair? Hell no.
He chose pink hair because he never intended to be the Joker -
The psychotic persona he adopted before he went on his killing rampage was that of Ronald McDonald.
Who even said he was the Joker? – it wasn't James Holmes, go find one shred of transcript where James Holmes says ' I am the Joker'. You won't find nothing. Some cop thinks he said that when he was arrested. The media is just putting words in his mouth and words in your mind. Let's not forget when this story first broke they were saying James Holmes was imitating Bane.
Sure it seems obvious and 'logical' to link him to the Joker but as any reader of detective fiction knows the obvious choice is usually a red herring.
Why dress as Ronald McDonald and kill people?
Well here is a guy studying towards a Ph. D in Neuroscience who can only get one job... you guessed it... at McDonalds.
Who could imagine a more soul destroying occupation for an intelligent young man than working as a fucking French fry flipper, a frosty cone dispenser, an apple pie heater upper. Surrounded by a montage of retards and serving jerks who complain because their burger tastes like semen.
Our ego balances our conscious and unconscious, when our identity and purpose is destroyed or ruined it leaves the individual in the dark and in danger of being swamped by the dark side: the chaotic unconscious images that make up the 'shadow' – the inferior uncivilised and animal qualities which the ego holds at bay. James Holmes the thinking neuroscientist became the feeling performer, the clown prince of crime – the shadow – Ronald McDonald.
When he dropped out of Science he had nothing left, his Ego was forced into the only role left to him that of the McDonald's employee.
In the end all it took was -one bad day-
Ronald McDonald is the Joker in so many ways.
Like the Joker, Ronald serves death.
James Holmes saw behind the counter he saw the horrific scenes: the sacks of lard, the frozen and putrid semi brown substance called 'meat patties', the unhygienic preparation rooms, the obese customers drenched in steaming fat, the stink of sweat dripping from their neck beards; the regulars – walking heart patients, the open mouthed diabetics and the puss filled white heads around their extremities.
Ronald McDonald is the Joker.
He is a mad scientist who mixes poisonous chemicals and adds addictive qualities then feeds it to the peanut crunching crowd, the opened mouthed babies like chirping birds with beak opened waiting for their fix of sugar diffused in lard. Like the Joker's laughing gas the flocks feed and it puts a smile on their faces, once they are hooked, young or old they can never wipe that smile away – and they die with a grin – WHY SO SERIOUS?.
James Holmes armed himself with an assortment of weapons, his tools of death. And each gun was a different burger – the cheese burger, the quarter pounder, the big mac, each bullet was a condiment – an apple pie, a raspberry shake, a fanta; each grenade a happy meal! Not so happy now.
When he shot those poor people his mind was screaming “Do you want fires with that!”.
Muther fuckers!
Why did he choose the theatre?
Because they are the customers. They represent the people who demand celebrity over science, escapism over education, instant gratification over thoughtfulness. Buy some popcorn, buy some mackers! Entertain us, feed us, give us pretty pictures and sugary food. Turn us off – OK – here's a bullet!
Why did James Homes do it?
Because he wanted rebirth. His ego had been utterly destroyed, his ambitions destroyed, all the endeavours of his life added up to being a McDonald’s worker – he was Ronald.
But he wanted a new life, he wanted a new ego. The way to rebirth is through death, not his own, but the sacrifice of lives at the altar of consumerism, the ritual of sacrificing customers to the lord of capitalism, Maloch or as he is otherwise known in the secret occult languages – Ron-ald Mac Don ald-us.
James Holmes made a Faustian deal with the devil, he sold his soul in order to have a new life.
He killed innocent people and hubris destroyed him.
How can we stop this happening again?
Easy – destroy Maloch
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