A pathetic, sadistic screed by Josh Olson about two lonely women and the things that happened between them.
No wonder History of Violence sucked.
Josh Olson's new theory is that he is the final arbitrator of "good" and "evil" because he can cuss a lot and isn't fat or something, I think.
Since I can't legally re-post the picture that wraps the story, please make sure to look at it here. You might have to scroll a bit: it's after the paragraph where Josh Olson hopes the woman in the picture gets murdered.
Yeah. She's a regular minotaur. Go get 'em, Josh.
Okay, this is a seriously weird "moral" issue and I want to know what sorts of reactions might spill. Please comment.