Tom Brokaw Diary, excerpt 2

Dear Diary
The ghost of David Brinkley visited me in my dreams last night. He told me that if I loved the Greatest Generation then I should prevent the future generation from fucking everything up by killing every horny teenager I find. But where would I begin? I am chocking this nightmare up to that bologna sandwich I ate before retiring for the evening. Dreams are a funny thing, dear diary. They can teach you lessons or allow you to deal with the past, but more importantly they can allow you to live out your fantasies. In my dreams I am the WIZARD MASTER!