Saturday, January 22, 2005

I Killed a Guy Once.

It was April 15th, 1998. I wrote a story about Cambodian Communist monster Pol Pot, saying his Khmer Rouge "army" (a gang of bedraggled rebels hiding in the jungle) was about to turn him in and defect to the government. When I came in to work the next night, there was news that the man responsible for the killing of 1.7 million Cambodians had died of a heart attack while listening to the news on the radio. Seems he heard a story about how his army was going to turn him in and defect to the government....... I have no feelings of remorse. Does that make me a bad man? The pen may be mightier than the sword, but I still prefer the Israeli .50 cal Desert Eagle.