Mr. Robinson,
When did Free Republic turn into the National Inquirer?
Respectfully Your’s,
Shooter 2.5
Are you worried about an anthrax attack? Fear not, Mr. Robinson is well protected.
Why would a lone assassin in that particular 6th floor school book depository window pass up all the obvious to anyone who has actually been there advantages offered by shooting when the car in which the target was riding turned right onto that stretch of Houston Street and was coming straight at him with no angular deflection and wait until his intended target was accelerating away at a declining angle to shoot unless he HAD to do so for the target to be within a pre designated kill zone?