Photos That Complicate the Whole Vegas Shooter Narrative

So the Rude Pundit was a-perusin' Las Vegas cop and Walmart shopper killer Jerad Miller's Facebook page, which is what we do now, obviously. Miller and his wife, Amanda, who understood privacy settings on Facebook a little better than her husband, went full tea-rrorist, shooting two cops dead at a CiCi's pizza before continuing their murder spree of the places of the damned by heading to Walmart, where Amanda Miller killed a good guy with a gun (so that makes him a dead guy with a gun). Then the couple killed themselves.

The crazy-ass details pouring out are practically a lefty wet-dream of right-wing fucknuts, clinging to their conspiracy theories and guns. They covered the dead cops and their shitty pizza with a Gadsden flag (you know, the "Don't Tread on Me" bullshit that the Tea Party sports everywhere). They had a swastika-emblazoned manifesto they left behind (um, they did realize that the Nazis were all about centralized government control, right?). They said they were starting a "revolution" by killing the two officers, both of whom were family men.

And more: before Vegas, they lived in Lafayette, Indiana, which, if you've ever been there, is a boring, flat, shithole enlivened only by Purdue and meth. Amanda was into needlepoint and Hobby Lobby. Jerad had multiple arrests on his record, and he was all about the chem trails and government control, and he posted on InfoWars (motto: "Jackbooted thugs are knocking on your door now. Shoot! Shoot!") about cop-killing. They dressed up as the Joker and Harley Quinn. In some photos, Amanda is wearing a Batman shirt, so they played both sides of that fictional world.

They had spent time helping Cliven Bundy and his merry band of fee-defying cockknobs. They belonged to a bunch of Facebook groups that are filled with lies, liars, and paranoiacs, everything from Freedomworks to Drudge to Operation American Spring, that group of millions of people who totally took over the government back in May.

And they loved guns and wanted everyone to have access to the weapons that the police had.

That's where the narrative gets just a bit messy. 'Cause, see, here's what the Rude Pundit found a little further down the rabbit's asshole of Jerad Miller's Facebook page:

Huh. In today's New York Times, there's an article about the increasing militarization of local police forces all over the country. "During the Obama administration, according to Pentagon data, police departments have received tens of thousands of machine guns; nearly 200,000 ammunition magazines; thousands of pieces of camouflage and night-vision equipment; and hundreds of silencers, armored cars and aircraft," it reads. That includes mine-resistant vehicles meant for patrolling Kandahar, as well as, well, shit, black helicopters and drones. The use of SWAT teams for stupid shit has increased, too, because you've got all this fancy crap and, fuck, yeah, it's gotta be go time at some point.

Yeah, it turns out that Jerad and Amanda Miller had the same fears of government overreach, specifically by the police, that many on the left have. It turns out that it's not just us wacky progressives who think that the heavy-handedness of law enforcement is turning us into subjects, not citizens. We just happen to keep hoping that voting can change things, not guns. Perhaps we're naive.

Of course, this in no way means that he was "liberal" by any stretch of the word. He was an anti-government, gun-huffing, crazy motherfucker, a scary Skeeter-lookin' son of a bitch who was also pro-marijuana legalization because, hell, everyone is now. He was Rand Paul without the money.

And they were both libertarian terrorists who were filled with terrorist rantings on terrorist websites led by people who seek to activate terrorists, white, domestic terrorists, from whom we have far more to fear than from anyone who prays to Allah.

The irony here is that many of the people who have no problem with the arming of the police have no problem with the arming of the citzenry. Wait, that's not irony. That's slaughter-in-waiting.