This idea starts one day when one of those George Bush loving Multi-Generation republicans you used to work with sees you at the grocery store. You want to tell the fucker what a lump of All American piece of shit he is. But he is gathering up food stuffs with his son. A wide eyed innocent thing, not yet afflicted by his father's assholeheadism. You just talk to the assholehead and answer his son's questions nicely. You then follow the fucker home. You get a notebook and start tracing his patterns and those of his family. So one day you just walk into dude's living room while he is alone. You have a Pee Wee Herman mask on as you shoot him twice in the chest with your .25 handgun. You then shoot him once in the head. His wife will discover the body a hour and a half before the son gets home from school. You feel good about yourself, so you buy yourself a six pack of beer and a energy drink and ingest them all.