Criminal Movies. Criminal Records
I’m a criminal. There. I’ve said it. In fact, I may even be a terrorist. Perhaps that has you intrigued? Does it make you eager to read on? Are you wondering whether I feel remorse? How about whether I can justify my actions? Or would you like me to, for God’s sake, just stop asking these annoying and presumptuous questions, and tell us how many people you’ve killed, already? I haven’t killed anyone. Sorry. I haven’t injured anyone either. Not even a paper-cut. In this broadband-enabled age, though, terrorism doesn’t have to be nearly as hands-on an occupation as it used to be. Thankfully. Because as well as being someone who sits on his increasingly fat arse typing all day, and consequently wouldn’t graduate from even the Cornish Liberation Army’s boot camp, I’m actually a bit of a pacifist. Yep, I abhor violence. Except, perhaps, against Michael Flatley. There are always acceptable exceptions. And Celine Dion. She really should be stopped before it’s too late. But besides them, yep, I’m pacifist. Sorry to let you down.
Still, pacifist or not, I am a terrorist. Quite definitely.