Of course. I heard there were three agents in that building, not just two. Whatever the number, they all need to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole like a stuck pig on a spit and roasted with interrogation—just for allowing the incident to occur, with a rifleman on the roof right next to the open window where they either fired from or were just hanging out, enjoying the assassination. Was it murderous malevolence or colossal incompetence?

So I'm using "Sniper Greg" as handy shorthand for "the goddamn fucking son of a bitch who shot President Trump". If it turns out not to be Greg, that's OK. At this point my unending respect for the secret service is ended.

Of course. I heard there were three agents in that building, not just two. Whatever the number, they all need to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole like a stuck pig on a spit and roasted with interrogation—just for allowing the incident to occur, with a rifleman on the roof right next to the open window where they either fired from or were just hanging out, enjoying the assassination.

So I'm using "Sniper Greg" as handy shorthand for "the goddamn fucking son of a bitch who shot President Trump". If it turns out not to be Greg, that's OK. At this point my unending respect for the secret service is ended.

Of course. I heard there were three agents in that building, not just two. Whatever the number, they all need to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole like a stuck pig on a spit and roasted with interrogation—just for allowing the incident to occur, with a rifleman on the roof right next to the open window where they either fired from or were just hanging out, enjoying the assassination.

So I'm using "Sniper Greg" as handy shorthand for "the goddamned fucking son of a bitch who shot President Trump". If it turns out not to be Greg, that's OK. At this point my unending respect for the secret service is ended.

Of course. I heard there were three agents in that building, not just two. Whatever the number, they all need to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole like a stuck pig on a spit and roasted with interrogation—just for allowing the incident to occur, with a rifleman on the roof right next to the open window where they either fired from or were just hanging out, enjoying the assassination.

So I'm using "Sniper Greg" as handy shorthand for "the goddamned son of a fucking bitch who shot President Trump". If it turns out not to be Greg, that's OK. At this point my unending respect for the secret service is ended.

Of course. I heard there were three agents in that building, not just two. Whatever the number, they all need to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole like a stuck pig on a spit and roasted with interrogation, just for allowing the assassination attempt to occur with another shooter on the roof right next to the open window where they fired from.

So I'm using "Sniper Greg" as handy shorthand for "the son of a bitch who shot President Trump". If it turns out not to be Greg, that's OK. At this point my unending respect for the secret service is ended.