Rampage: President Down Page #2

I now have a son. His name is Billy.

Like most parents, I think my son can even dominate the world,

achieve the best, in my footsteps in many ways.

It will teach him that everything is possible, but in reality that's a lie.

Parents are naive.

They awaken hope in their children, because they had such hopes also.

In truth, my son is likely to go up in the crowd.

So just barely, as a member of a vanishing middle class.

Let's face it, if he is not to the one percent belongs, he will be poor.

He will have to constantly fight for its existence, working into old age.

Slave away in vain for his family, trying to achieve something,

something to leave to his children for the future.

Until the end of his toil to make ends meet.

And at some point his body is at the end.

Health insurance will be unaffordable, and then breaks his brain.

And then followed by death.

It is like it is. Eventually everything comes to an end.

At first I thought, it's all about me.

All stole around me, served himself without consideration for others.

I saw so much greed, selfishness, isolation,

I wanted to unite all in me, so that nobody would be able to forget.

What I did should be for the people as a glance in the mirror,

the would force them to change.

I wish we lived in a world in which no people or animals suffer,

in which we share the resources, use the winds and the sun,

to provide energy for us to provide all. In the food at all is distributed,

no one is starving and no waste exists.

Where no one is blinded by religions and we instead Science

use and facts and meet the challenges of that lie ahead of us.

As climate change.

I wish we lived in peace, without weapons, without wars, without violence.

But that is impossible. It is impossible. For this purpose, it will never come.

The President, the Vice President and the Secretary of Defense

were killed with a single shot each.

Analysis of the surveillance video was no indication of the shooters.

Therefore, the authorities anticipate trained sniper.

All registered gun owners fall out. We have no weapon.

But we know the place from which the gun was fired.

It is located 1.2 miles from the White House.

On 7th Avenue, on the roof of a parking garage.

A damn heavy shot. - Shot? Three hit.

And if it were three shooters? - Possible.

This person or these persons knew what they were doing.

You should check all viewpoints in the area. - OK.

Yes. Thank you.

Who can shoot as, probably ex-military.

Presumably succeeds only five people in the world as a shot,

We need a list of all the soldiers with post-traumatic stress disorder.

Can you imagine that there is one of us?

By this I do not think.

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