When I set the controls for that sweltering day in 1914, I expected to change history. Regrettably, Sarajevo had inept cops, scheming officials, crazy crowds and more assassins than documented. Shots rang out and the inevitable horrors unfolded.
I planned to slay monsters at Nuremberg in 1933 but my bomb was discovered. The familiar pattern of genocide re-emerged.
Defying fate is futile. Yesterday’s mission, Paris in 2015, was scuppered by grim coincidence.
Yes, Paris. The 2015 Climate Accord Massacre. How come you haven’t heard of it?