Congratulations to everyone for CALLING HARD today. It’s making a difference and got the Democrats off their asses and visibly pushing back within 24 hours. More of this. Keep it up.
Luigi Mangione is an innocent man who has not been confirmed to have been involved in any crime.
We have police documents confirming he was not DNA tested or fingerprinted, and confirmation no usable DNA or fingerprints were recovered at the crime scene due to incomplete prints and immense DNA contamination of New Yorks streets.
No evidence has linked him to the crime.
No facial recognition has even remotely come close to identifying the cctv suspects face as that of Luigi. His own family and friends do not see a resemblance. Most people agree the features in the cctv do not match the very well documented features of Luigi Mangione.
Luigi Mangione has no history of violence nor with firearms. He is a vegan pacifist with no history of mental illness and an aversion to killing even bugs.
He is still only a SUSPECT and all involvement in any crimes are merely ALLEGED at this time. Alleged by the most corrupt police force in the entire nation; the NYPD who do more organized crime than they’ve ever stopped.
Luigi Mangione’s attorneys confirmed they have been shown absolutely nothing that even places Luigi at the scene of the crime.
People have repeatedly tried to recreate the entire timeline of events and found it is not physically possible to do what was alleged in the time frame police gave. Especially dubious for Luigi Mangione to have done given his recent, crippling back injury.
Luigi Mangione in his own words has said police planted evidence on him and are not being honest about his arrest or what he had on him at the time.
There is no body cam footage of Luigi’s arrest.
There is no autopsy report for Brian Thompson.
Luigi has so far been:
Stripped of his hat, jacket and shoes and forced to walk in the cold in December wearing wet socks.
Forced to urinate on himself where police then took and published humiliation photos of him.
He was then stripped of his shirt pants and socks and put in a blue psychiatric gown and strapped to a chair inmates called “the torture chair” and left for prolonged periods of time. To the point the entire inmate population at the prison protested in anger.
He was slammed unto a brick wall, choked, and shoved by various police officers for no reason.
Was marched through nyc at gunpoint by officers with military firearms, forced to wear chains
Was called a murderer by the mayor of NYC on national television.
Was then placed in solitary confinement for weeks. Something extremely damaging psychologically to be exposed to for even just a few days. Something usually reserved for cannibals.
He is now being forced to sleep on the floor despite again, a crippling back injury.
Again, he has not even had trial yet. He is an innocent man by the very definition of the law. He has nothing tying him to any crime. And even the crime itself was a nobody being shot in a city where nobodies are shot everyday, seven days a week. And those shooters don’t get this treatment. Cannibals don’t get this treatment. Serial killers don’t get this treatment. Why are they doing this? Because we entered an oligarchy and they want people who are rich to matter more than people who are not. The NO ONE, no name, insignificant person that Brian THOMPSON always was and WILL ALWAYS BE is more important because of his net worth, to the fascist oligarchy we’ve entered into, than the innocent man, data scientist and robotics engineer with a promising future that is Luigi Mangione.
The NYPD doesn’t want him to be innocent. They are torturing him gleefully and postponing his trial because they know he’s innocent. They just want to scare the public into understanding that the ultra rich, even those who’s names will never be remembered as anything other than markings on a never visited tombstone, are the only persons who matter now. Not yours. Never yours. You’re poor. They’ll torture you without a trial too. Your life means nothing to them. Your children dying in school shootings means nothing to them. Pinning a crime on an innocent man they can beat to scare the public out of class consciousness is the only thing that matters to them now. Depose them.
I wish everybody who argues in bad faith to be *checks notes* treated the same way they wish to treat with what they believe to be the least of their fellow man.
Tumblr is great because there are people who without a hint of irony will essentially say “being mean is a fundamental part of my ideology” and expect you to respect that
So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.
90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.
Oh my god  D:
here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself
I heard that some records made during the 30s had laughter on them because they believed that listening to laughter would make others laugh along.
this ancient and forgotten horror, an abomination scratching at the walls of time itself, forbidden by the laws of gods and men, unearthed and resurrected from the archive of my blog in late 2013: “hold. my. fucking. beer.”
Why the fuck did they think people would enjoy listening to this even back then
Just *listening* to this feels like being sport-hunted by the aristocracy
1930s equivalent of surreal memes???
A couple people in the comments recognized this as “The OKeh Laughing Record,” and wow it’s been a while since I was reminded this strongly that society’s sense of humor changes over time.
According to my 15 minutes of research:
It sold around a million copies.
It was released in 1923, and reached #8 on the Billboard charts.
It prompted other record companies to come up with cover versions and other laughing specialties.
“How they were ultimately used—as party background noise or for cheering up its listeners—is, of course, open to speculation.”
This record helped inspire sitcom soundtracks.
At the time, it wasn’t meant to sound like a cackling witch and a horror-house muahaha. It was two people laughing at an inept cornet player (not a trumpet after all).
Little did they know that a century later it would come across as incredibly creepy nonsense.
amhrancas 