You went to all that trouble to ambush a bunch of people only to be able to claim one single victim you managed to shoot in the back. You caused a lot of sorrow in some hearts, but none of it was for you. You created an outpouring of sympathy, but none of it was for your juvenile ideas.
It took a lot of planning, I suppose, to decide exactly where to abandon your car right in the middle of things, to grab your shootin' iron and rush into the building unannounced, by total surprise, like a slimy creature that rises out of a swamp at night -- how clever -- and get yourself shot down by some guy less well armed than you are.
What courage! What a statement of principles!
Maybe you and Stephen Johns will appear at the mighty doors of Valhalla together, you and a true hero, to be judged by the Lords of Valor, and you'll look down, ashamed, at how pathetic your meager efforts appear against the courage of your victim.
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