I regret nothing...
Thelma and Louise,
I am the embodiment of the sexual malaise in America. I am a sociopath, who has no feeling for women except for what I can take from them. In this story, I function not only as a brute who is beyond ever being considered for any sort of redemption, but also as realistic example of what is wrong with the legal system in regards to rape/sexual assault/ everything that I enjoy. Because, really, I remember hearing Louise say that there wasn’t any way that anyone would believe that you would say no (and mean it) to me. I really can't say that I ever felt you didn't want me, but I can understand that you can be a bit fussy and embarrassed that others may think you are a whore. Believe me, from my point of view, all women are whores, or at the very least, horny sluts. Now you may think that I'm being an unsavory chauvinist pig, but honestly, I'm way too drunk, and too turned on by violent one sided sexual aggression to even care what you think. And after all, while this instance of a violent display of misogyny may have been stopped by one of those few instances of righteous violence; you can rest assured that there are plenty more of men just like me who know what a woman really wants. As I lay dying on the hood of this car, I can’t say that I regret anything except perhaps not giving you rufies, and then maybe Thelma wouldn’t remember to say no.
I am sorry that I can't have you both,
Harlan