Dear NY Times: Just So You Know:
Once again today, you've sunk to the quite slimy level of parading the leering grin of a mass murderer on your electronic front page.
You purport to provide useful insight into the murderer's mind; something we should all crave.
But in fact, you're just selling advertising.
I'll tell you exactly what's behind the grin- he's smirking at YOU; very specifically; because he's won. You're giving him everything he ever dreamed about.
Immortality. His picture on the front of the New York Times. You are his puppets. You are, in reality, the reason for his insanity, and the deaths he caused.
I, however, am not his pawn, or yours; and this is to inform you that each time I find his photo on your pages, or any other snuff porn pandering to all of humanity's worst sides; I turn you right off.
I close your website-and any others that do the same- and do not visit again for the next 2 days. You're going to lose several fractions of a penny from your advertisers; which should horrify you.
Oh, and, I'm passing this on.