[ WP ] Each of Bob Ross ' landscape paintings is a real place , the different locations of his countless murders .

People forgot that I was military and that I hated yelling. All they see are the paintings. The beautiful places that I chose for the unfortunate to die. They forgot that I still follow orders, all they can see is my hair. But when you're bringing a target out to die you need to have a reason why. 
 
 So I painted. And when I was called back to serve, to kill the scum and those who would bring that which I hold dear I would give them one last glance. I would let them see the beauty they tried to destroy. 
 
 Last time it was one of those crazy Chinese bastards. Some disturbed individual who thought that socialism would solve our problems if we only had our `` misguided leaders'' killed. He sent anthrax through the mail. This is something that needed to stop. After trying him up and bringing him to my beloved outdoors, I pulled off the hood, and let him watch some happy trees and whispered to him as I slit his throat. 
 
 `` The United States is a Happy Accident''
