You should have made sure that I was dead when you put a piece of lead inside my head.
So I followed you home to your wife and kids; now it’s time to tell them whose blood this is.
“This is your fathers blood” is what I say, to which they all return to me a confused face. “Of course it is!” your children said. “You shot yourself right in the head.”
I asked “Why would I ever choose to go out that way?”
“Because you felt guilty murdering us yesterday.”
Violence, violence! Everywhere I turn I find violence. We love it – We need it.
Conflict, conflict! We cannot solve our conflicts without blood.
Don’t pretend you aren’t capable of such evil. When it comes time to sacrifice, you never give up your own life. This is my family; we’re living the dream. We watch our television and dare not see reality.