Or perhaps not. There's a small difference between lighting yourself on fire and burning to death in protest of religious persecution and waltzing up to the White House, setting your pants on fire and screaming in pain until the Secret Service puts out the blaze. Of course I'm not being very fair here, the guy could have just been a big Rage fan. I'm just sick and damn tired of being reminded of Vietnam every five minutes just so the damn Boomers can relive their glory days.
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