Burning in hell is a pretty rough fix to be in, but it becomes even tougher when you know that you are not respected or appreciated in the mortal realm. Thankfully, V for Vendetta is now opening the eyes of the American public to the heroism and humanity exhibited by me and many of my fellow damned. The inclusion of fertilizer in V’s demolition of the British Parliament was the sweetest and most thoughtful accolade that this homicidal maniac could ever hope to receive. Indeed, my friends here from 9/11 and the Palestinian suicide-bombers have all been touched in some way by the idea that hipster filmmakers have empathy for our motives. Many tears have been shed, in fact...Mostly due to the unquenchable fire and endless agony. But I would like to think one or two are for you, Brothers Wachowski and McTeigue, James.
Respectfully Mutual,
Timothy McVeigh
P.S. William Shakespeare sends his best regards for rekindling interest in Twelfth Night!
I invited thousands of people with Timothy McVeigh masks to Oklahoma City, but none of them showed up. =(
Sunday, March 19, 2006
