He seems pretty content.

He's nuts politically, but I still like him. He's just too good of an actor to hate for me.

I'm not a big conspiracy guy, and I'm not ready to declare this one yet....but man..a lot of shit isn't adding up..that is all.

I'm with you there. I'd say I'm well on record of not being a conspiracy guy, but yes there are too many things off with this one. Granted most of what we are seeing here could also be explained away by the fact that the police and FBI are just fucking incompetent morons (which is a reasonable and likely explanation I will accept)

Where are all the witnesses that were on the 32nd floor? You fuck in your room too loud and a noise complaint gets filed..you think these people would have ran down the stairs/elevator screaming and shit..not one testimony from someone on that floor..unless I have missed it?

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So the Vegas security guard has disappeared...had 5 national interviews scheduled...now he's gone #VegasShooting

i figured dude was a smoker trying to quit and flipped out on chantix.

apparently not, unless he was buying it on the secondary market.

Then I guessed the shooting was intended to provide cover for something else, maybe some sort of robbery. Wouldn't necessarily have to be against a casino or whatever.

But then if dude was scoping out festivals in Chicago/other cities, then it seems the purpose of the shooting was to shoot people. Lame.

Paddock dude did appear to have some sort of plan to abscond and escape alive-- wasn't his suite a 2 floor suite? Could've firepoled it down to the 31st floor. Nonchalantly taken the elevator down to the lobby and out the door and across the street to McCarran. Get on a pre-booked flight to LA connecting to a red-eye to Manila to meet up with his gf and the $100K he had sent her.

i figured dude was a smoker trying to quit and flipped out on chantix.

apparently not, unless he was buying it on the secondary market.

Then I guessed the shooting was intended to provide cover for something else, maybe some sort of robbery. Wouldn't necessarily have to be against a casino or whatever.

But then if dude was scoping out festivals in Chicago/other cities, then it seems the purpose of the shooting was to shoot people. Lame.

Paddock dude did appear to have some sort of plan to abscond and escape alive-- wasn't his suite a 2 floor suite? Could've firepoled it down to the 31st floor. Nonchalantly taken the elevator down to the lobby and out the door and across the street to McCarran. Get on a pre-booked flight to LA connecting to a red-eye to Manila to meet up with his gf and the $100K he had sent her.

Where are all the witnesses that were on the 32nd floor? You fuck in your room too loud and a noise complaint gets filed..you think these people would have ran down the stairs/elevator screaming and shit..not one testimony from someone on that floor..unless I have missed it?

[Los Angeles] When we were at Francis Polytechnic High in Sun Valley, Steve Paddock and I were required to take electrical shop class. At Poly and our junior high, we were required to take metal shop so we could work the drill presses at the GM plant. We took drafting. Drafting like in "blueprint drawing."

Paddock. Palast. We sat next to each other at those drafting tables with our triangular rulers and #2 pencils so we could get jobs at Lockheed as draftsmen drawing blueprints of fighter jets. Or do tool-and-dye cutting to make refrigerator handles at GM where they assembled Frigidaire refrigerators and Chevys.


But we weren’t going to fly the fighter jets. Somewhere at Phillips Andover Academy, a dumbbell with an oil well for a daddy was going to go to Yale and then fly our fighter jets over Texas. We weren’t going to go to Yale. We were going to go to Vietnam. Then, when we came back, if we still had two hands, we went to GM or Lockheed.

(It’s no coincidence that much of the student population at our school was Hispanic.)

But if you went to "Bevvie" - Beverly Hills High - or Hollywood High, you didn’t take metal shop. You took Advanced Placement French. You took Advanced Placement Calculus. We didn’t have Advanced Placement French. We didn’t have French anything. We weren’t Placed, and we didn’t Advance.

Steve was a math wizard. He should have gone to UCLA, to Stanford. But our classes didn’t qualify him for anything other than LA Valley College and Cal State Northridge. Any dumbbell could get in. And it was nearly free. That’s where Steve was expected to go, and he went with his big math-whiz brain. And then Steve went to Lockheed, like we were supposed to. Until Lockheed shut down plants in 1988. Steve left, took the buy-out.

And after NAFTA, GM closed too.

Land of Opportunity? Well, tell me: who gets those opportunities?

Some of you can and some of you can’t imagine a life where you just weren’t give a fair chance. Where the smarter you are, the more painful it gets, because you have your face pressed against the window, watching THEM. THEY got the connections to Stanford. THEY get the gold mine. WE get the shaft.

This is where Paddock and Palast were bred: Sun Valley, the anus of Los Angeles. Literally. It’s where the sewerage plant is. It’s in a trench below the Hollywood Hills, where the smog settles into a kind of puke yellow soup. Here’s where LA dumps its urine and the losers they only remember when they need cheap labor and cheap soldiers when the gusanos don’t supply enough from Mexico.

I’ll take you to Sun Valley. It’s in my film, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. In the movie, a kind of dream scene, the actress Shailene Woodley takes me back to my family’s old busted home in the weeds and then down San Fernando Road, near Steve's place. Take a look, America. Along the tracks that once led in to the GM plant, you see a bunch of campers that the union men bought for vacations. Now they live in them.

No, Steve [Paddock's] brain was too big to end up on the tracks. He lived in empty apartments in crappy buildings he bought, then in a barren tract house outside Reno. I laugh when they say he was "rich." He wanted to be THEM, to have their stuff. He got close.

It’s reported that Steve was a "professional gambler." That’s another laugh. He was addicted to numbing his big brain by sitting 14 hours a day in the dark in front of video poker machines. He was a loser. Have you ever met a gambler who said they were a Professional Loser?

It’s fair to ask me: Why didn’t I end up in a hotel room with a bump-stock AR-15 and 5,000 rounds of high velocity bullets?

Because I have a job, a career, an OBSESSION: to hunt down THEM, the daddy-pampered pricks who did this to us, the grinning billionaire jackals that make a profit off the slow decomposition of the lives I grew up with.

But I’m telling you, that I know it’s a very fine line, and lots of crazy luck, that divided my path from Paddock’s.

Dear Reader: The publication that pulled this story at the last moment was plain scared — that they’d be accused of approving murder.

Paddock slaughtered good people, coldly, with intense cruelty, destroying lives and hundreds of families forever. If you think I’m making up some excuse for him, then I give up.

But also this: The editor of the Beverly Hills-based publication, a Stanford grad, could not understand that, just like veterans of the Vietnam war who suffer from PTSD even today, so too, losers of the class war can be driven mad by a PTSD that lingers, that gnaws away, their whole lives.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it ...fester like a sore? Does it stink like rotten meat? Sag...like a heavy load?

Or does it explode?

Steve, you created more horrors than your cornered life could ever justify.

But, I just have to tell you, Steve: I get it.

Who is sitting in their hotel room in Vegas in the middle of the evening?

From Fox News: "However, the interview did not clear up any of the unanswered questions about Paddock and the response to the shooting, including what caused Paddock to stop firing before authorities ever gained entry to his room, where Paddock was found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound."


He stopped firing because he had killed himself.

He apparently failed drafting class. #2 pencils and triangular rulers? I think not.

Phil Emery also failed that class.