Tonight, I ventured out among the fat people to go to Walmart to buy beer & food.  I was lurked in the parking lot, but they fled when I made them. They are such cowardly scum.  Bullets give them pause for thought.

I do not fear death.  I will welcome it.  One door closes;  another opens.  If you doubt this, study it.  You will find the answer, if you accept it.

But my tormentors dread the thought of  230 grain Gold Dots smashing into their faces.  They lack the courage of their own pitiful convictions. They flee before me, because I am without fear and I will kill them if they present themselves.  So walk the walk, scumbags, if you have the balls.

I do.