Story…N.S.A.

Story

I'm sitting in the S.F. airport, in an

interrogation room of the NSA, the

FBI, you name it. This beefy dude,

that looks like all the other dudes

in a black suit says to me:

"We've seen you publish a lot of 

subversive posts about the United 

States Government on your website."

I say: "Yes….did I miss anything?"

Beefy dude starts to look serious,

I say:  "Let me tell you a story…"

Beefy unclenches his fists a bit….

"My Ex in Mexico has a nice house 

there….she used to leave her front 

door open so the dogs could go in 

and out. There weren't many houses 

close to hers. One night five drunk

Mexican men with guns, walked through 

her front door…told her they were going

to rape her and kill her and steal 

all her stuff. When this guy told her

that, she told him that she knew that

she would die someday, and he was

going to do what he was going to do…

but that actions have their consequences,

and his actions would too. I'm not sure

if that stopped him, or just slowed him 

down…but, at that moment, he didn't 

hurt her. Then, a Mexican cop car came 

down the road, the getaway driver, 

honked his horn, they piled out into the 

car, but they did shoot one of the cops

as they were driving away. (Don't think

they killed him/her)"

(…..that part of the story is true.)

"So, my only question to you, Sir, is do you

think you're better than that slimy, dirty,

drunken, rapist, Mexican thief-thug? Or, will you

pause for a bit and think about your actions?"