I’d like to, mh

talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment  if I could,

Abraham Lincoln’s killer.

12 days,

that’s how long it took to find him.

In his journal during this period, he wrote that,

the shadow was his friend,

the night his domain.

He acknowledged that whatever neuroses drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compounded,

magnified by flight, by the sounds of dogs at his heels.

Fear becomes paranoia,

paranoia ultimately psychosis.

I bring this up, because, in 140 years,

the fundamental mind of the escaped man has not changed.

The escaped man is still human.

He is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight. 

Fortunately for us,

while our quarry has shadow and night as his ally,

we have something far greater:


I would encourage everyone who is watching,

everyone in this country,

to take a good look at these faces.

These men right here are now the eight most-wanted-men in America.