Fiat justitia ruat caelum.
Make an internet documentary.
I wouldn't say a damn thing.
I'M NOT A TRAITOR TO AMERICA.
WE ARE AMERICA.
WE DON'T SNITCH.spoiler (click to show/hide)If I knew I wouldn't be killed, I'd blackmail the SHIT out of Bush for millions.[close]
I would get scared and ask my friend in the FBI what to do. He would give me a time and place to meet him so I could show him the proof. He's one of the good ones. We meet near the giant squid in the Smithsonian Institution.
"Is this real?" he asks.
"Why don't you tell me?"
Pop, pop! The sound of pressurized beakers exploding in a children's science fair demonstration cover the silenced gunshots. Both my best friend and I duck into the Museum of Popular Culture. Archie Bunker's chair is shot up and Fonzie's jacket lays bullet riddled on the ground. We are running towards the giant swinging pendulum which demonstrates the rotation of the earth. It is 30 feet tall and looks like a giant Etch N Sketch. I jump the barrier and ride the weight, swinging it off course and above one of Them. I shot the guide line which let's lose the massive pointed weight into the agents chest.
"Foucault would say this is "you're fault," I say.
My friend pulls out a gun and point it to me, "you loose."
Ed. I hope you were as annoyed reading that as I was writing it entirely in passive tense.
It's impossible to speculate on that kind of thing.
The widely accepted theory is that ordinary men are both capable of acts of what we call heroism or acts of what we call villany. It all depends on the situation. Thats why its so banal and hard to predict, because no one knows what the specific situation will be when he needs to make a choice.
Recommended book on the subject of normal men in abnormal situations:
"you loose"... does that story end with rape?