This kid it's turning out had a fascination with all things racist. White supremacy and the like. The picture of him in the jacket in front of the bare trees in the swamp, those patches on his jacket are the flags of South Africa and Rhodesia when they were apartheid states. Luckily his daddy got him a .45 caliber gun for his birthday.
This kid no doubt thought all of the racist and right wing goobers would be singing his praises today. He thought he'd be elevated and held up as a right-wing white power god. Oh dear, everyone, and Johnny means just about everyone hates you. That's what'll be hardest for this asshat to digest. Same thing for John Wilkes Booth. He thought he'd be a hero. He thought the whole southern cause would again rise up behind him. Know where he found out everyone hated his guts even the south? In a swamp in Virginia. He made David Herrold, one of his co-conspirators to go get some newspapers so he could read about himself. Somebody give this kid a look at Twitter right now so he too can have his John Wilkes Booth moment.
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