A rant about the right to be a Luka fan or supporter
It’s unimaginable that the world could push a man to the things Luka is accused of. These things only happen in the craziest of horror movies. It’s unbelievable that someone with a face like Luka could be responsible. Someone who seems so anxious and somewhat meek when he appears on camera. Someone with a voice like Luka. But it’s not even just that; Luka is almost larger than life. He was a stripper, an escort, a porn actor; these are not normal occupations. These are things on the fringe of normal society. These are deviant things. Add in alleged cannibalism and necrophilia and you can’t get much more deviant than Luka. Yet he manages to pull it off in a way that isn’t disgusting and repulsive. How does he manage to have such an image of beauty when so much of what he’s done and allegedly done are acts that are vile to mainstream society? A part of my mind demands that Luka must be a psychopath of some sort, be that born psycho or secondary psychopath/sociopath formed through childhood/life experiences. Another part of me says that he is absolutely not a psychopath, that some extreme psychological factors came into play and forced Luka to do the things he’s allegedly done. This is a scary thought, that in the advanced age of humnanity that we live in that someone could slips through the cracks of society the way Luka has. Why is it that the only thing we’ve heard from Luka’s family is from one relative who pretty much said they were not surprised that he had turned out this way and that he’d done terrible things to them when he was younger? Can not one person in his life stand up for him? It’s so sad that this human being has been left to fend for himself alone in the world for years and years when he is obviously not equipped to do so. I would venture to guess that it’s possible that one person could have made a difference in the way his life turned out. If just one friend or family member could have stuck by his side through thick and thin. But we cannot change the past, and this is where we’re at at:
Luka is absolutely beautiful in an androgynous metrosexual kind of way. He attracts people who relate to his broken childhood. He attracts people who want to fix him, who want to be there for him, who want to comfort him. He has so many photographs and so many looks that people who become attracted on first glance can’t help but develop stronger feelings when we find that there are literally hundreds of photographs of him that could never bore us, because he has so many different looks. He has naturally attracted fans through his beauty at the very least. Add in international media coverage displaying his beautiful face and it’s really not that surprising he has so many fans. We get sucked in by the beauty, the dichotomy, we are incredulous. We are in a form of shock when we hear of the most unimaginable heinous crime to ever happen, the most attention-seeking behaviour that anyone has ever pulled in the history of humanity and we fall for it, we are sucked in, we see what’s happening to us but we’re powerless to stop it. We just want answers; we just want to believe in some form of sanity once again. But none of it makes any sense, we just cannot accept that beauty and monstrosity can come so perfectly packaged all in one. It’s mind boggling to say the least. There’s really not a word to describe the overwhelming nature of this obsession that is Luka Magnotta. We see a little boy damaged by his upbringing;, we see a lonely boy with no one there to care for him. We see someone who just wanted attention, who just wanted to be noticed. We have the power to give that to him now. No matter what anyone says, we do have the right to feel this way for Luka. He can be our idol if we want him to, such is the power of individual thought.