Kingdom of Fear-Hunter S. Thompson
“Our mistake was not killing them instantly,” said a colonel from the U.S. Army. “Summary execution–shot while attempting to escape.” He laughed bitterly, sipping his beer at the Red Crab, a chic roadhouse on the outskirts of town. The mayor of Ft. Lauderdale was at the other end of the bar, whooping it up with a business man from New jersey who was gnawing on the throat of a black woman.
“You people are shameless,” I said to the colonel.
“We are warriors,” he replied, stuffing the bowl of his pipe full of Mixture 79. (210)