Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I Was Executed.

Shot down in the street by a sniper. I begged Bush to say something, anything, and he just sat there, all four of him. The British sent the Muslim Council as a delegation to negotiate for the life of their soldier, But the Americans wouldn't touch me. Fox news thanked me for my Heroic Sacrifice.

and it really cuts. I know it's a game and all, but it didn't feel like it when I had that piece of paper in my handcuffed hands, when you could hear the pain in my voice. I was dispensable, because the US does not negotiate with terrorists. And when I was Zarqawi, I was a terrorist of the worst kind, blowing up random civilians, torturing, and crippling the economic lifeblood of a crumbling nation.

I logged on again a couple of minutes ago, and I just didn't want to play anymore. I'd demand a response from the Americans, get none, and execute another, and another, until they were all gone. and then I'd commence an operation to go and get some more. I can't make the Americans leave - the american people have to want to leave, want it bad enough that they'll die fighting their own government to make it happen, like the kids at Brown University facing the national guard.

I've never really had a normal vision of my own future - either the last man on earth, a violent death in protest against an evil government, or a life of scholarly bachelorhood. Today, I kind of died. It'll take a while before I feel born again. especially if Born Again means being the type of person who would ignore the dying pleas of a soldier you sent into harm's way. posted by Keegan at 6:31 pm

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