this is one of those stories that has me extremely torn between multiple perspectives and feelings. I loathe murder, but fuck the police (especially those specific ones who deserve to be on the wrong end of a little vengeance). Dorner (if the manifesto is really his words) is a fucking delusional libturd... so fuck him too. then there's the whole suspicion that the entire thing is bogus and some kind of set-up.
who knows.. the timing of it all is pretty convenient, isn't it...