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11,9 2001

...Just then I heard the lock on my gas tank rattling, so I rushed outside with a shotgun and fired both barrels into the darkness. Poachers! I thought. Blow their heads off! This is War! So I fired another blast in the general direction of the gas pump, the I went inside to reload... At dawn I went down to the tank and found the gas hose shredded by birdshot and two peacocks dead.

...Who knows what will happen now?

Not me, buster. That's why I live out here in the mountains with a flag on my porsh and loud Wagner music blaring out of my speakers. I feel lucky, and I have plenty of ammunition. That is God's will, they say, and that is also why I shoot in the darkness at anything that moves. Sooner or later, I will hit something Evil and feel no Guilt. It might be Osama bin Laden. Who knows? And where is Adolf Hitler now that we finally need him? It is bad bussiness to go into War without a target.
--Hunter Stokton Thomson "Kingdom of Fear"


zhestoko :)