It was love that drove Hank Jankson to assassinate the Dalai Lama.
Like an American voting against their own interests, the path had been one of incremental instinct rather than decisions. The choice equivalent of going down hill. He couldn’t leave Jennifer, it would be easier to breathe underwater. But he couldn’t live the rest of his life knowing he’d have to speak to his mother in law again any more than he could live the rest of his life with a beehive in his underpants. That left only one option, as far as he could see.
The Dalai Lama’s head exploded like a watermelon in a slow motion Youtube video. (more…)