What are the odds that a fifteen year old boy in a small town in Washington State would be able to decapitate the president, assuming he wanted to.
I've been writing detective stories for the past year, and bumping off my obnoxious neighbors. It's a great release, even better than doing it for real, since I can make them things like sexual degenerates, Nazi spies. Oh! and I made one nosy old biddy a madam.
I have no intention of really harming my obnoxious neighbors. I don't need to.