After the bastards busted

the union, my life went

to shit; I lost my job,

and then my house and my

wife and kids; they should

never have given Wall Street

that money back in ’08, but

they did, and that’s what

started it, and that’s why

I’m here today, because they’ve

taken everything and doing

this is all I have left.

I want you to all get behind

the counter now; the police

will be here soon, and I don’t

want anyone to get hurt except

me; and not until I make my

statement, not until I tell

every sonofabitching media

bastard just who is responsible

for what I’m doing and why

this is going to happen again

and again all over the country

because the more they take

from us, the more of us are

going to do this; this isn’t

terrorism, it’s anger and despair,

and a lot of other things.

You folks want to see a picture

of my wife and kids?  They’ll

probably call her and I hope

she doesn’t say some stupid

weepy shit about how things are

not that bad, cause they fucking

are, and it’s past time something

should have been done about it;

if I could use this gun on every

one of those fat pig bastards

and the politicians who help them

do this to us…yeah, then things

wouldn’t be that bad, Marsha;

then maybe we could all live like

human beings, instead of like

a bunch of hateful frightened

sheep afraid to face what needs

to be done before it’s all too late.

Here’s the police.  Will you look

at all those guns and rifles.  You’d

think they were coming after bin Laden,

the assholes.  They want me to throw

out my gun and come out, but I’m

going to send you folks out now, just

hope the stupid fucks hold their fire;

then we’ll have us a nice chat; then

I’ll tell them all about what is

really criminal in this fucked-up

country, and who they should be

pointing all those fucking guns at;

who they should be really worried

about, because it isn’t me or you

or your friends or any real honest

regular person; it’s those fuckers

in their big fancy offices plotting

to do it all again, and the government

will give them more billions, and why

not our fucking Food Stamps too;

might as well take it all, you bastards!

No, I’m not coming out you assholes;

I want to read a statement.  My name

is…’aagh!’……………………

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.