A man who made his fortune by turning a blind eye on the sick and the dying was murdered by one of the sick and the dying. There is no question about the nature of the shooting--the shooter carved words ('deny', 'delay', and 'depose') into the bullets--it was planned, it was personal, and it was passionate.
People have made a hero of this man. There are superficial reasons, there are more substantive reasons. There are emotional reasons. There is anger. Yes: there is so, so much anger.
There's enough anger from enough people from sea to shining sea to force bad men just like the decreased to stop doing bad work, and—maybe because I'm an idealist—I mourn all this pure, beautiful anger, this transformative anger, this moving mountains anger being wasted.
On memes. On playing armchair lawyer on Twitter. On fantasizing about the shooter's physique.