Originally Posted by powerclown

I didn't really think about this. He was a good target because he never threw anything back at me. I really like that in a target. And he never moved. Just stood there. I like throwing rocks at people that don't move. I hit them. Bush wasn't just a good target, he was a great target. Not many people are stupid enough to make great targets that don't throw anything back at you, you know. But, I don't know what it means to me. Makes me feel sort of empty, I suppose. Like I don't have any purpose anymore. My stomach feels funny. Bush gone? What are people like me supposed to do now, anyway? Did Bush ever think about that? No! He's left me standing here in the rain with this pile of rocks and nowhere to throw them. Come back here Bush! Come back here, you! Those were the best eight years of my life. I had something to live for. And now you're gone.