DAY ONE
The fat sweaty Capitol Hill policeman was in lust. The perfect babe was walking past him toward the steps of The Capitol, wearing only a T-shirt and the shortest of shorts, carrying only a cell phone and a jug. The possibilities of a wet T-shirt fully occupied his very small mind.
Then she exploded in flames. She had sat down, poured the jug of what turned out to be gasoline over her body, filmed her short manifesto for broadcast to YouTube, and lit a match. Here’s what she said:
SHORT URL to CounterPunch page: http://tinyurl.com/Steele-Fantasy
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