Remembering that horrific day and honoring those who passed. Prayers for the loved ones left to grieve their loss.

Kill em quietly, Q. No public arrests, no public trial. Deny them the attention they so desperately crave. Deny them victim status. Deny them martyr status. Stand them before the tribunal, convict them, then rid the earth of their wretched flesh quickly and quietly without feeding their narcissism, then make it public afterward. public

They are responsible for their own soul, and they can go back to their father, the devil.