@scooby-doo cv,
scooby-doo;52676 wrote:I think when you were in the military,you recieved some brain damage pino,or maybe brainwashing,especially when you were down in latin-america.propping up the facist dictators.
When I had Allende on the ground, bleeding and groaning, with my Colt .45 pressed hard behind his ear, I looked up at Nixon, as if lost, I guess. Going into it, I thought I knew what I was doing. Maybe it didn't look like it. Nixon frowned, as though impatient, perhaps disappointed. Looming over us, pointing accusingly at Allende, he barked, "Do it. Do it
now." A massive wave of embarrassment, panic and regret overtook me. I sweated ice. "How did I get here? How........
f--k?" I wondered, for fleating seconds. Then.....
BOOM. It was over. Allende was dead, blown apart above the shoulders, and I was soaked in steaming blood. I'd done it. I'd done it for
Dick.:AR15firing: