A would-be assassin = "eccentric." I'll note that for my stylebook.

"If I am required to pay for your barbaric war, I choose not to live in your world," he wrote. "I refuse to finance the mass murder of innocent civilians, who did nothing to threaten our country."

Finance the war? How? I don't get the sense that this guy had to worry very much about changes in the top marginal income tax rates.

Ritscher had hoped his suicide by self-immolation - a symbolic act which has long been used as a political protest - would be a wake-up call for America, for which he was prepared to martyr himself. "We have become worse than the imagined enemy - killing civilians and calling it 'collateral damage', torturing and trampling human rights inside and outside our own borders." He wrote that Americans are "more concerned with sports on television and ring-tones on cellphones than the future of the world". The response to his death shows that, if nothing else, he was sadly right about that.

Here's my eulogy: Adios, Torchie. Vaya con Feugo. Fuck this lunatic waste of carbon, and fuck the vicious little preening cry-whore who vomited up this bile.

Somewhere, Che-Che's daughter's eyes are welling up with tears.

Thanks to Mikey.

It's Not A Media Event Without A T-Shirt Update: Buy your own t-shirt proudly declaring "I Heard You, Malachi."

I heard him too. He said "AAAUUUUGHH!!! OOHHHHHH!!! OH, JESUS, JESUS GOD, MY SKIN IS PEELING OFF IN BLACK FLAKES!!! MY LIPS JUST BURST OPEN FROM HEAT!!! GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN, I DID NOT FULLY THINK THIS THROUGH!!"

Thanks to Irene for that.

Bgates writes:

If he didn't want to pay taxes, he could have just not paid them, and gone to prison. Or he coulda gone overseas. Maybe to Iraq, where he could stop the killing by acting as one of those human shields.

Hey, whatever happened to those guys?

Yeah, it's funny how quickly the brave Peace Warriors disappear when the bullets start flying, huh?

A Beautiful Eulogy... By "Malachi V."

We few, we happy few, we bundle of kindling;
For he to-day that burns himself with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so combustible,
This day shall enflame his condition;
And gentlemen in Chicago now watching sports or downloading ringtones,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That got to see me get crispy today.

posted by Ace at 04:11 PM

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