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The Dark Knight Shootings: The magic stick

Guns don’t kill people; people kill people.

That’s a common saying. You’re going to hear it a lot for the next few days, thanks to last night’s shooting in Colorado.

But we’ve always had guns. Always. Since we’ve been sentient, we’ve had guns.

When I became a father, I joyfully watched my sons grow up. But I did notice something odd. Whenever a toddler, particularly a male toddler, gets very angry, he screws up his face, raised up his hands, and points his finger angrily at the person he at that moment hates. He’s never heard of guns, and yet there he is, throwing this imaginary energy at his enemy.

I’m willing to bet that prehistoric man, the creature with our brain but with none of our discoveries, had a very fervent wish. There were times when he wished that he could just… do away with the person who bugged the shit out of him. He probably thought this:

  I wish I had a magic stick, and that when Thag bugs me, I can just point it at him, press a button, and then Thag falls down dead as a godamm doornail. The next time Thag takes the best haunch of mammoth, I could strike him dead with my stick. The next time Thag bangs the hottie from the other side of the cave that I had my eye on, I’ll kill him with my magic killing stick. No one will want to mess with me when they know I’ve got my Stick of Killing. How would I go about making one of those? 

But that caveman didn’t discover metallurgy and chemistry, and so he couldn’t make gunpowder, and thus he had to make do with fantasy. We had to wait a few thousand years until we were smart enough to make the killing stick.

We’ve always had guns; we just didn’t always know how to make them.

A victim holds up his own shirt.

So when medical school drop-out James Holmes walked into the premiere of The Dark Knight and started killing people, it was he who did it, not the gun. The gun just made it easier. A lot easier. It allowed him to kill twelve people instead of one. If he didn’t have a way of easily getting a gun, he would have been, like our caveman, left with his idle fantasies. Guns make killing easier. They make people deadly.

If there were other people in the theatre who had weapons and shot back at him, there would have been a firefight. He already had advantages: he used teargas and wore a mask, and he wore a bullet-proof vest. Bullet would have been flying in all directions and more people would have been killed, which happened in Toronto in Scarborough’s Hennesey party that killed two people and wounded dozens, including a baby.

This is what happens when you give the people a Killing Stick. That’s all a gun is – a magical stick that allows you to act out a very human fantasy: to bring death quickly and easily, on a whim.

Take away guns, and you have to work at it. Killing is difficult, and it’s easier just to get along.

    I can’t really put it more simply than this: we shouldn’t have universal access to guns. Or we should; you just have to accept that a lot of people will be killed: sons, daughters, mothers, fathers. Innocent People will have to die in order to ensure your right to bear arms. They die every day already.

Is this okay?

Remains in Montreal’s Angrignon park found: possible link to Magnotta

Human remains have been found in Montreal Parc Angrignon. Police are now investigating to see to whom they belong, and whether or not there is a connection to Luka Rocco Magnotta, and if these are the missing pieces of Lin Jun, his victim. I’ve heard from one news source that it is in fact a head.

Are they acting on a tip Magnotta has given them? That’s doubtful, as he has pleaded not guilty.

I do know this. The murder was committed in Magnotta’s apartment in Snowdon, which is up the hill from the Sherbrooke street neighbourhood halfway between McGill and Concordia university.

The Angrignon metro stop is the last on the green line. It stops inside Angrignon park. That part of the island where Magnotta lived is fairly dense. The largest nearby park is Parc Royal (the park on the mountain) and it is very heavily used – not a great area to dispose of human remains. To go to the lesser populated eastern part of the city would be to risk being seen as the metro speeds through Montreal’s downtown core.

But Angrignon park is a place that has lost its use – there have been various proposals throughout the years making it into a zoo, and there once was a hobby farm. Now it is just a quiet place to hike and bike, and there is  metro station nearby. Those who live nearby view it as an almost quiet place, somewhat off the beaten path, and if Magnotta was responsible for these remains, he may have thought the same thing. Not only that, but these remains were found near a lake. There is a lake only a few minutes walk away from the station.

PS. I used to live two neighbourhoods downhill from Snowdon. The media have been painting this area as rundown and slummy. I used to take the metro up there to go shopping and rent movies. I didn’t think it was that bad at all.

This is an unbelievable photo. Luka, posing with the most infamous eighties monsters: Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers.

Lin Jun: the Victim

 

 

Lin Jun, the victim of Luca Rocco Magnotta, wrote one last Facebook entry before his disappearance. It was a photo of a park, with the words: “It’s too, too, too beautiful.” Montreal in the Spring is indeed beautiful.

The Globe and Mail, Canada’s National Newspaper, which is national because of its circulation and not much else, did an in depth look into Lin Jun’s life. By in depth, I mean they looked at his internet history. At the moment, they don’t have much else.

“Mr. Lin was clearly very lonely, and somewhat narcissistic.” This is an old media view! He was a fully internet-saturated person, and people like that let it all hang out. As evidence, they point to his use of  the online user name of Justin Rain, an actor from the Twilight series. Again, there are millions of people who use fake names on the internet.

And one more thing, and I hope I’m not the only one who figured this out. At one point, Lin Jun posted a photo of an empty subway car, with the caption: ‘The Midnight Cannibalism Train.’ This was not a morbid foretelling; this was not even the morbid musing of a depressed and lonely man. It was a reference to a Clive Barker short story (now a movie as well) called ‘The Midnight Meat Train’. It’s a story about a butcher paid by New York City for a most unusual job: to hunt the subway and prepare human victims for the Lovecraftian humanoid monsters who were New York’s original founders. The action starts in an empty subway car. Not only that, but the author, Clive Barker, is gay, as was Lin Jun. In all likelihood, Lin Jun was a gay man who liked to read spooky stories by the world’s most famous gay horror writer.

He came from Wuhan, and later Beijing, and studied French. He wanted to move to Quebec, and by Quebec, I bet he really wanted to move to Montreal.

China can be a homophobic society. My guess is Lin Jun had been reading about and pining after Montreal for years. It’s a large, highly urban city with cheap apartments. It’s proudly French, and the French don’t give a hoot how you lead your personal life. I know many people who have fled the well-meaning but restrictive societies of the Maritime and the Prairies to live in Montreal and not have to account for how they live their lives. Montrealers love to argue, to stir up shit against their provincial government, and they love to make love and they love to party. Most importantly, the French are accepting. As long as you make an effort to learn their language. During prohibition, New Yorkers used to visit Montreal to have fun. When taking an entrepreneurial course in Montreal, Lin Jun was asked of his life’s goals. One of them was ‘to find love.’

Lin Jun may have seen this in his future: Montreal, a good job, a man to share his bed; and a life lived utterly in French – in his work, his home and love life, while shopping for his groceries.

He seemed like a nice person who, at 33, had chosen not to let life get him down. He sounded optimistic and kind. It sounds like he made one bad choice: he chose to meet the blue-eyed devil whom he probably saw on a dating site. We’ve all make mistakes. We shouldn’t have to die because of them but sometimes we do.

Luka Rocco Magnotta: Learning the truth about Us

Lin Jun, his victim. I think his photo belongs above that of his murderer’s. He looks like a very nice kid.

A week ago, I came across a video. I was browsing, unable to sleep, and I saw a link: Guy kills a man, dismembers his body, has sex with it, and cannibalizes it. Like an idiot, I clicked it. I’m still not sure why.

On the video is a man,  dressed in a hoody. There’s also a naked and struggling man on a bed. The camera cuts, and next the man in the hoody is stabbing the other man repeatedly with an ice pick, while the other man’s face is covered with what looks like a pillow. The camera is removed from its stationary point, and brought up to the foot of the bed. The pillow is removed, and we see that that man’s throat has been cut. He’s very dead.

What happens next is a small mercy because the man is already dead as multiple and terrible mutilations are performed upon his body. Dismemberment, necrophilia, and cannibalism. In that order.

The most circulated shot of Magnotta

His foot was sent to Federal Conservative Party headquarters in Ottawa. At the time, I didn’t realize the connection, but at the time I saw the video I thought it was strange that there was not a blip on the news about it. Is this man still out there? I thought. It was unsettling to imagine.

Since then his name has come out: Luka Rocco Magnotta, aka Eric Clinton Newman, Kirk Newman, and Vladimir Romanov. He’s a former porn actor and model. Shortly before the murder, he videoed himself suffocating kittens and feeding them to a python. That prompted the online community of cat-lovers (of which there are tens of millions) to start a massive social media campaign to bring him to justice. A few years ago, it was rumoured that he was dating Karla Homolka, a convicted and released serial killer. Magnota went public and denied it. Even for a murderer who has sex with corpses and kills kittens, being linked to a woman who raped and killed schoolgirls is too much. He’s since fled to France, or so the police think. I think he’ll be able to hide as long as he has money.

I think the Magnota case is a tipping point. This is where we lose our innocence. I think the greater public’s next revelation will not be that this awful video is out there, but that there are hundreds more out there almost as bad, and some that are as bad or worse. You don’t need to pay to see them, or even apply for a password or membership. They’re just… out there, like everything else is out there. The things you didn’t want to imagine, the things you would think would kill your soul if you ever saw just a second of them, are out there for to see whenever you want. Or when your parents want. Or when your kids want. From his website

Here’s what I learned from perusing the same sight. The Mexican drug cartels video their murders. They murder members of rival gangs, sometimes several at time, slowly decapitating them, and then they chop up the bodies and leave the remains in public with warning notes pinned to them. The video is posted online the next day. Then the rival gangs take revenge by doing the exact same thing, only more gruesomely and inventively. The muslim Georgians videotaped themselves murdering Russian soldiers. The Taliban, the Ansar Al-Sunnah, and Al-Qeada did the same things. Skinhead gangs in Russia do the same thing. There’s a home movie of middle-class Ukrainian teenagers torturing and murdering homeless people. These things, which we never thought we’d see, are just a click away. I can find them on the front page of a google search. The cutting off of heads has always been a display of power, of anger.

I don’t know what this means. Or I think I do, at least. It’s something genuinely bad. Younger people are growing up with this stuff. They’re becoming desensitized to it.

From his website as well.

Or are they? Knowledge can be therapeutic. After watching the video of Magnotta murdering that poor student, I watched a few of the cartel murders. They were awful, terrible, unbearable. But I’m not damaged. I felt terrible for the poor men who were being murdered, and wondered what terrible road led them there to that field in the middle of nowhere, to that room in the basement with a tarp covered floor. If I had never seen this footage, those men still would have died. But at least they have a voice. At least we know enough to feel anger.

It happens everywhere, all the time is what I got from seeing these things. There’s no use denying it, or shying away from it. Whenever desperation and war arise, organized display killings happen. It’s evolutionary. It’s not murder the way we think of it: these killings have nothing to do with passion or anger. They are meant to attract attention.

We in the west like to think that these things don’t happen here, not to us. But they do. That trait is lurking under all of us, just waiting for the right war, the right tribal argument, the right ethnic envy, the right religious offence. A part of us wants to kill so we can show just how strong we are.

It’s in us. But now we know it.

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