BombRS,
I'm doing a research paper for school. I'm doing it on Watergate, more precisely. Reading about Gerald Ford's pardon of all acts committed, possibly committed or been a part in, during the period from January 20, 1969 through August 9, 1974.
I then reread that as if I were President Nixon, who was the one that received the pardon. I read the beginning, bored and kind of sad because what I did was being further televised and even more available to the public. I stopped reading and scrolled down to where it says, in caps, "THEREFORE, I, GERALD R. FORD" and read from there, because it was in caps, and therefore, I thought it to be more interesting. I read that paragraph, found out about my pardon, not of actions, but from one date to another date. I got so excited I stood up, out of the chair, and feigned shouting from joy. I started running outside, and the phone rang. I looked at the number, and it was one of my brother's friends, so I didn't let them drag me down, and I continued going outside. I was barefoot. I ran out there, on gumballs and little spiky things and such, but I didn't care, because I ******* GOT A PARDON! What next went through my mind is disturbing even to me. I thought, "Haha! What they don't know is that I killed seven men, stealing all of their property and money. Now I'm the richest man in the world, both legally and illegally. **** YES!" So I ran into the Sunderland Elementary playground and realized that Nixon probably had guards watching him. I climbed one of the slides the wrong direction, and imagined them coming out from behind my fence with assault rifles. I was still insanely happy, and I didn't see them, so I kept running around. Then they shot me. I thought, "Wtf? These are my guards. Why did they just shoot me in the chest? I'm bleeding a lot, hmm. This kinda hurts. I GOT A PARDON! ****, but I'm probably going to die." Just then, two more shots, missing me, came, and I ran for my life, and my newly acquired riches.
24-Dec-2012 02:38:56