So, Christopher Dorner, you were a cop, and one day got a call to check out a hotel lobby where a man was loitering and when the man refused to stand up from the couch he was planted on, you kicked him in the face and wouldn’t stop until your own partner had to use a taser on you, and then you got kicked off the force and were really steamed?
Come on, Chris – can’t we be friends? Or at least frenemies?
Hold on – then you had to kill three people, including the daughter of the cop who represented you at your hearing? You’re going down.
Oh, and your manifesto was a little chatty and self-aggrandizing, maniac. Good riddance.
