"Your post of the decapitated, dismembered body of a Puerto Rican gay youth is horrifying. Watching a guy choke to death on a bag of pot when he didn't need to is tragic, but not terrifying. "animalistic pounding"??? Hardly. "three clearly startled and unprepared police officers"??? Baloney. Those cops intervened immediately to try to save his life. Why is "horrific" to see someone die on YouTube? Would it have been better to see him die on the Associated Press or BBC Web site? Perhaps if it was a still photo, that makes it less "horrific"? This is hyperbole. "His entire 23-years of life will be reduced to a few gay porn scenes and a three-and-a-half minute video clip of him choking to death." Only if you let it be that way. People could remember him as someone else. I'm sure his family does. Only you are reducing him to porn and pot. "
-- Thank you, oh Grand Adjectival Wizard, for deciding what emotions of mine are best described with what adjectives. And I'm having hard time taking someone with a lead finger on the question mark key seriously when being accused of hyperbole. As it turns out, it took three average to above-average officers (who were being filmed for a reality show, don't forget, and may have influenced the way the reacted) to subdue a skinny, frantic kid who they then had to shoot with a taser guy because they could not get the situation under control. Is that your definition of trying to save someone's life? And is it also trying to save someone's life by engaging the Heimlich Maneuver for, as the newscaster noted, three to four minutes? And how long did it take before one of the officers thought to get his breathing compression kit from the car? (If that's what it even was.) Four minutes? Five minutes? I'm sorry. I think they looked and behaved like something out of the Keystone Cops.
Further, I never wrote that it was horrific to see someone die on YouTube. (Although watching another human being die is horrific regardless of where it's aired.) The clip was from a local Florida station. But since neither the BBC nor the Associated Press have come to be a cultural video swamp of cats playing pianos, hens nursing squirrels or six-year-olds high on anesthesia questioning the meaning of life, I doubt Andrew Grande would have wanted his life (or, more accurately, his death) memorialized on YouTube. I'm sure his family and his friends will only remember the best he had to offer. But for a large majority of us, he will now, unfortunately, be a trivia answer for the 2009 edition of the year in Gay Porn.