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William Walker: "This is sick, don't you know what you are doing to the people?"

Dio: “I’ll tell you what’s sick: people in the UK, in the US, fucking Canada, Sweden. They pay their taxes and some remote piloted drone fires a missile into a public market to hit some warlord. Yeah, so maybe war doesn’t happen for another six months, and the price of their
gluten-free sorgan bread stays low. It’s not sick to arm people, it’s sick to bump off their crooks and dictators in protection of our interests and then call it international justice. These people don’t have remote piloted drones guarding their interests ten thousand miles away, they don’t have a war machine paid for with taxes. Where I am, they usually don’t even have a fucking government. The drone is the oppressor, the gluten-free sorgan bread is the oppressor, the AK-47 is the great equaliser. I empower these people.”

William Walker: "What do you think you will achieve?"

Dio: “What do you think you’re gonna achieve with this interview? D’you think somebody is gonna read it and come after me? Shit, no. I’m a necessary good. They want me here. They’re glad I’m here. Because if I wasn’t, they might have to come try to stem the tide. It would
be thankless and worthless, and once the bodies started coming holding bags, they’re screwed. A dead 23-year old from Iowa gets more air-time then the death of fifty thousand people he gave his life to protect. So even if they did give a shit, their own media prevents them from taking action.”

William Walker: "What is it really all about to you?"

Dio: “Who gets the lion’s share, that’s what it’s all about. Whether it’s between children, or animals, or warlords. It’s not that everyone wants a piece, it’s that everyone wants the biggest piece. And the biggest piece doesn’t go to the monkey or to the giraffe. The biggest piece goes to
the lion. Because the lion is the fucking king. That’s how it works. It worked that way a million years before there were men saying otherwise. That’s probably how it should work.”

William Walker: "Don't you have any remorse? What about all the people that are being killed due to your weapons?"
Dio: “If you have to kill someone, if you HAVE to, is it somehow better to do it clean with a bullet through the head? Is it somehow worse than chopping him up with an axe? And what if you have to kill ten, or a hundred, or a thousand? What if, in doing it, you save a thousand, or you
spare ten? What if you save yourself? What is the measure of a man, or of his murder, by what insane calculus can we answer questions like these? Should we even try?”