donald (rumsfeld) wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained orange jumpsuit where with such rare distinction he once displayed the evidence of his outstanding contributions to the maintenance of a kingdom come. But those days are gone. Hes nothing more than a number on a docket thick with shareholder, engineers, PR firms, politicians: war-profiteers. How the @#$% did I end up here? This just isnt fair. Aint no place for a millionaire. He searches for the words to stop this table in mid-turn, like we are but old men and we only did what we were told, but the laughter from the gallery drowns out these vestiges of a professions oldest defense. The court will direct the record to reflect compliments from the bench; you sir, are central castings crowning achievement. And for your outstanding performance in a comedic role, Id like to dedicate the findings of the jury to the dead. But how can one man ever repay a debt so appalling? Cant gouge 10,000 eyes from a single head
Posted on: Sat, 08 Feb 2014 17:53:22 +0000