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A man in Lawrence, Kansas walks into a day-care center. He has a gun in his pocket but nobody sees it. He goes up to the second floor, where the
preschool kids are having their afternoon snack of cookies and juice.
He pulls out the gun and shoots a little boy in the head, leaving his face a mass of bone-flecked goo. Then he fires into the chest of the girl in the
next chair; she dies still clutching the stuffed rabbit she brings with her every day. Another boy is hit while running for the door. The man is using
special bullets, tipped with depleted uranium; the shot explodes the boy's shoulder in a spray of red mist and sends his gangly body hurtling down
the concrete stairwell.
A day-care worker grabs the man, tries to wrestle him down. He turns, jams the gun barrel against her womb and fires. She dies, eviscerated, clinging
to his shoulders. The other children have run away screaming, except for one little girl who's fallen in the slick of blood. She tries to scramble to
her feet, slips again, can't find her footing, claws at the floor in a wild panic. The man fires into her back, obliterating her spine, the heavy
bullet drilling through the polished wood below.
The room is filled with smoke and the sharp tang of freshly gutted meat. The man takes a desultory look around, shrugs his shoulders, then sits down
on the snack table. When the police come and ask him why he did it, he answers forthrightly, without a shred of guilt or unease, as if it were the
most natural thing in the world:
"Somebody said the guy who runs this place might attack me someday. I had questions that needed to be answered: Did he have a gun or a knife -- or
nothing? We must be prepared to face our responsibilities and be willing to use force if necessary."
The cops roll their eyes -- another nutball. "So," says an officer, humoring him, "did he have any weapons?"
The killer shakes his head. "Nah, don't look like it. But he could have had some. What's the difference? -- Say, you fellas aren't going to lock
me up, are you? It was an honest mistake. I just got bad advice, that's all."
This fable is the precise moral equivalent of the Bush Regime's murderous misadventure in Iraq. Last week, the Regime's own duly-appointed, CIA-paid
weapons hunter, David Kay, finally coughed up a dinosaur-sized bone and admitted, openly, publicly, what the sane world has long known: that Iraq had
no weapons of mass destruction before the war -- and in fact hadn't had any since George Bush Senior stopped supplying Saddam Hussein with the money
and material to make them many years ago.
Isn't it funny how some people can get away with absolutely anything, and even though the WHOLE country knows what they've done, there is absolutely
no repercussions? It's all about perspective isn't it..
[Edited on 3-2-2004 by lilblam]