Targeted

I watched him all day as he crawled closer to the other soon to be dead body. He does not seem so brutal and in charge now does he? I would have helped her, but my leg was injured when Frump shoved me aside in his waddle to freedom. I am not dying like them, but I can't move much. 

He asked me for water. I can't move, yet he expects to be served!  I just told him, "Since he was dying anyway, why should I bother?"

"He said, I was mean." 

I said, "I am not the one who raped his own 11 year old daughter." 

He said, "He should be the first, after she bleeds she is fair game. Females are here to service us. Everyone knows this."

My head keeps trying to explode but it doesn't. I mean the man looks kind of normal but he speaks such awful unbelievable crap. He must make lots of people hear differently than what he says because my own sister wanted me to vote for him. 

I asked, "What hospital do you want to go to?" 

She asked, "Why?" 

I said, " It is quite apparent you have lost your mind, you must be having a stroke." 

I once told her that if I was told that if I had an incurable disease, I would get me some weapons and kill some people. You see a little old lady, nothing more. There is a whole lot more. The very tiptop of my list was this excuse of a life. Lonnie Frump of the little weinie and little hands. He could never be allowed to step inside the white house again. I thought somebody else would have shot him by now.

Even when he set himself up to be shot at so he could garner attention and sympathy, when Shamala was rising in the polls, they got close, but not close enough for my taste. And others being hurt or killed did not phase him a bit. Tiny little facts like that  don't figure into his thinking. He never believed he could be killed. He does not believe in anyone but himself. Never has. 

He is the very example of everything that is wrong with our country. Overwhelming selfishness and out of control greed. Everyone that is not him is fodder. His wife did not even want to live with him. And, seemingly, no one thought that odd.

I just figured it out. He is not crawling over to the body to try to help her, he wants her candy bar and water. He and Shamala were running away from the blast when the shots started. I wanted to shoot Lonnie but I did not get the chance. When the shots came Lonnie shoved Shamala in front of him and she got shot. 

He waddled away. He has gotten so thick he can't really run anymore. All the spandex in the world can't hold all that in. So he was shot at again, and this one landed. 

This whole thing will have to start over again. The two major candidates shot dead.  Riden will be held over until new candidates are picked. I guess I need to go find another target. I only have four more months of good living, after that it's home care, and the hospice. I still wish I had been the one to shoot him though.