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” is an embryo a human life “?
why is this even a question? A life is a life is a life…
the moment humans create life, via impregnation, life begins. For people to judge, or decide when life becomes life, is just ridiculous. Is it alive? Is it not alive?
” It’s A-LIIIVE!!! ” …..

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( r.i.p. Gene )…
for any person to decide when life is life, assuming they are Christian, or religious in general, is sacrilegious…they are shitting all over ‘ God’s work ‘ …
another angle on this, is that NO person, anywhere has the right to decide FOR the women, saying what they shall or shall not do, regarding their own body. And did i really need to write that? Wasn’t it already a thing???

No, for some reason, the courts and our ‘ judicial processes ‘ determine who does what.

The same people and systems who decided it’s acceptable to allow aborted human embryos to be used in certain products…

Rid56oni9

 

http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/nov/3/aborted-fetus-cells-used-in-anti-aging-products/

…recycling has reached a whole new level. In the case of the beauty products, the parents gave the company permission to use a sample of tissue from the fetus. But how much further does it go? And let’s just say right up front, they weren’t using a lab animal, they were using an aborted human baby, sampling it’s tissue. Yes, the parents gave permission, but was this ethically sound? Morally?

…why is it that the corporate side of decision making includes a timeline on whether or not we can use a HUMAN EMBRYO for products? By this backward logic, any human at any period in their lives could be assumed eligible for use in products. The elderly? The physically handicapped? The mentally handicapped?…those who are not white?

Who’s next?

use of insects in food, cosmetic products…’ cochineal extract ‘ …squished up bugs…
use of human body parts, being sold, by Planned Parenthood…some new age quest for the Fountain of Youth, via aborted human embryo…

who’s to say, the elderly aren’t being ground up and inserted into our products without our knowledge? Isn’t the knowledge that we use bugs and babies in our products, enough to make us assume, old people are being used? When the human life has reached it’s apex, whatever the age, it is reused, recycled…
the New ‘ Green ‘ …
embryonicide, infanticide, geronticide, humanicide.

” Soylent Green is people ” …

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the truly sad thing here is, i’m not writing fiction. This is all true.

https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/biotech-company-using-cell-lines-from-aborted-babies-in-food-enhancement-te

In our country, following the traditions of other countries, we are selling aborted embryos to be used for other purposes. Should this be allowed?

Are the beneficial uses of said embryos being used to their fullest extent, or are they being wasted? Passed off as the next youth juice…are we forgetting that we are literally talking about taking aborted babies and grinding them into our products?…that is exactly what this entails…

Do the ‘ Mothers ‘ gain anything for their contribution or is it completely shady, like back room storage jars with little dead babies just waiting for Igor to come and get em?
why else would women be encouraged to abort? Through the media, propaganda, ads on the tube…all of it, mixed with the non-sensical rhetoric, from the feminist cunts, who are fighting for the right to?…
be able to abort. Yes, this is a HUGE can of worms. I believe that in most cases, where there was consent, the woman has the right to abort, the man needs to stay the hell out of it. BUT, that being said, in the context of this piece, i’m referring to cases where she was raped, there was incest, whatever. Not just a regular slut getting pregnant because she fucks every guy in town.
If embryos can be treated this way, i believe it could stretch to the elderly. They are relegated to some internment camp, disguised as an assisted living facility, where they are mistreated, bilked of their life’s fortune, disregarded by their families and public, only to die a lonely death, then what?…be recycled into the food chain? If we can be ok with bugs, babies, poisons, being interjected into our foods, cosmetics, way of life…why not?
Are we so civilized? What was it that we called the indigenous tribes who were here before us?…” savages ” ? Here before us…here. Before…..us. Here.
What’s worse? Being indoctrinated into believing the white man came over, and worked in harmony with the ‘ savages ‘ , when in reality, we slaughtered them like rabid dogs, WHICH you also knew…or the FACT, that for your whole life you’ve had that information stored away in your mind, without really thinking about it, going along with it as if that was normal?…
was this the same as cleaning your windshield of all those squashed up bug carcasses, or removing the lint from your dryer screen?…PEOPLE DIED…and for the most part, we just bury these facts. Why would a nation, destroy, or erase it’s own violent past? Isn’t a criminal supposed to pay for his crimes? Does he get to pick and choose which abominations to humanity he has committed, what to reveal, what to bury?
MILLIONS of individuals from a plethora of indigenous tribes, murdered in cold blood, men, women, children, elderly…forced to relocate along the impossible Trail of Tears. Still being mistreated to date.
George Orwell, was correct. We are living under a bubble of tyranny, oppression, propaganda, outright lies from our own leaders. Are we now the savages? Unprotected and alone in a country of billionaires and pedophiles, paid off politicians and an impotent Congress. When our own ‘ appointed ‘ leaders rally against us, it’s time to strike them until they’re dead. Because it’s only a matter of time until they strike us first.
WHO, would put their seal of approval on a plan to harvest aborted embryos?
it happened.
WHO would be ok with killing scores of innocent people in other countries, just to establish a foot-hold, for our coming agendas there…
it’s happened several times, and will again.
WHO would sell out their own US Constitution, just to further the imperialist tendencies of the Bush cartel?
it has happened constantly since just before WW1, and will keep on happening until we are a broken union. We will be a broken union if some other country comes in and offers us a shitload of money to buy property here. It has already happened. China, Kansas…money…
we owe them so what are we supposed to do?
Let’s say this right… OUR GOVERNMENT OWES CHINA MONEY.
WE paid our bills on time, TO our government…they squandered the money we gave to them for other things, not our problem.
Yet, it is us who will have to pay for this again and again. This is the rest of our lives here. Our country is a sellout, murdering, looting despot. That is the exact truth. Our country has taken on a life of it’s own, has it’s own momentum, why?
Who did that? Who do we support? Who do we keep close, while selling our own ideals right down the crapper? Terrorist states, like Saudi Arabia, and Israel…Pakistan, any state who supports, or sponsors statewide, or global terrorism. Our own country is at the top of that list. Why? Who runs our country? Zionists.
Why would the Zionists align themselves so closely with the USA? They have already made this their homeland. Their Zion…their entire purpose. Since 1896, the Herzl philosophy has been get home. No matter what happens between now and then, just get there. They have, in Israel, and in the USA: the United States of Israelica as i call it.
It is supposed to be us who runs our country. These supposed enemies, which our shadow government created by going out of their way to fuck with them, will strike us someday. Will they take the time to listen to reason? Will they allow us to explain that ‘ it wasn’t us, it was our leaders ‘ …? or will they detonate their devices, deleting our existence from time?
We are now the ‘ indigenous ‘ ones next in line for a deathmarch along a trail of our worst fears…

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Victoria’s Smile…

Victoria-Martens

WHO could hurt this kid? ANY kid?

little Victoria Martens suffered a Hell no child should endure.

10 years old…TEN!!!

NO CHILD…no child should have ever been in that situation. Why was Victoria in that situation? Why did her ” female parental unit ” allow such brutality? The boyfriend did things to Victoria, that an adult would not do to another adult, let alone a child!

The ONLY saving grace here, is that she’ll never ever have to endure that again, with those scumbags! Those pieces of human shit, who should be executed on live television.

Have you seen her smile? WHO COULD HURT HER??? Who could hurt ANY child?

Ashlynne Mike, age 11, was murdered back in May, by scumbag Tom Begaye…now Victoria. Not to mention many other kids who are being abused, hurt, killed. Why is this happening?

Does anyone else see the obvious common thread here?

New Mexico, drugs, child abuse, lack of input from law enforcement until it’s too late. The death penalty was repealed in New Mexico because 4 innocent people were unjustly put to death. It wasn’t until later on they were found to be innocent. But in Victoria’s case…they are guilty. Will they reinstate the penalty for these sick FUCKS!!? These child-murderers? Will they do all they can to make this right? The boyfriend did things to Victoria, that are considered barbaric, inhumane, bestial, deranged, depraved. Why is he still alive? ANY good parent will find him and shoot him in the face until they run out of bullets. Then reload and aim at the poor excuse for a ” female parental unit ” …and whoever else was involved.

Personally, i believe they were taping it, recording it for social media, like a snuff film. He started to dismember her. What else could that have been about? Selling organs/body parts on the black market? She was found in a burning tub already partially dismembered. He shot her up with Meth, then raped, and strangled her…while Victoria’s ” female parental unit ” was standing right there watching it all happen.

KILL THEM!

Coincidentally, i’m writing a simultaneous piece about human embryos being harvested and used in foods and cosmetics…going back and forth between drafts.

Were they gonna sell her body parts? Has this happened before?

Why so many affected children in New Mexico? Especially regarding the American Indian kids, like Ashlynne…

Is this part of some plan? The logical conclusion of the Trail of Tears…

If New Mexico can’t get their collective craniums dislodged from their collective rectums, nothing will change. The FBI, monitors the Navajo Nation…

yeah, like they can be trusted…( see Leonard Peltier, and/or the AIM movement )

you see who’s in charge, who they are…you know what they do what they’ve done…

Now ask yourself, where are the drugs coming from?

KILL THE BOYFRIEND, KILL THE ” FPU “…

and never forget little Victoria’s smile.

michelle25

 

https://www.change.org/p/new-mexico-state-senate-new-mexico-victoria-martens-act-stricter-laws-on-behalf-of-the-children-of-new-mexico?recruiter=225115256

” suppressing Democracy ” …

The US government, could…
go to each and every city, round up all the homeless veterans, bring them to the proper establishments, according to their needs…pay for them ALL to live in complete luxury for the rest of their addled lives.
Have they done that?
Or, have they taken BILLIONS, upon TRILLIONS…
and used it, OUR money, to stage false-flags, promote war in the name of covering themselves and their misdeeds? Career criminal Rumsfeld announcing on the morning of September 10th, 2001 that there was 2.3 TRILLION that had just ” gone missing ” , and they couldn’t account for 25% of military spending, military budget…Hmmm, how convenient. This wasn’t the first time that this news was revealed, it happened in 1998 as well.

( 1998-2000 )…
3.3 TRILLION, just poof gone…so add it up…5.6 TRILLION, just poof gone…all conveniently missing. If it was doled out through Congress, it should have been closely regulated, right? Would they just piss it to the wind like that and not follow the trail? Congress is guilty as much as any leader post WW2. Think about all the groups, organizations who would have been in on this…the UN, the IRS, the treasury, Department of Defense…all complicit.
{ from 1998 } ” According to estimates, the Department of Defense and the Department of Housing and Urban Development cannot account for over $3 trillion allotted to them by Congress, amounting to thousands of dollars of missing money for every man, woman and child in the country…” …
Where did the money go??
From 1998 to 2000, 3.3 T gone…( think about who was president then, what he did, who he interacted with, what he allowed to happen…) Now imagine his cunt of a wife as president.

In 2001, the day before OUR OWN GOVERNMENT attacked us on our own soil, 2.3 T gone…i could go off on a tangent here, no problem, but let’s keep it simple. Just a few days before the ” attack ” there was insider trading, between some of the key companies involved, as well as the airlines involved…take that info and run with it…..go ahead i’ll wait…
( humming…….she’ll be coming around the moun ) oh you got it? Good. Now tell everyone you can reach. They need to know.

That money could have built entire towns, filled to the brim with enough houses, facilities, developed areas, to house not only all of our vets, but the rest of the homeless as well. You can build a home for just over $100,000, if you do it right. How many times does $100,000 fit into 2.3 T??? Even more distressing, the 3.3 T that HUD ‘ misplaced ‘, they didn’t even use it properly!! That’s their THING, what they do…

they are paid to perform a service, and have been caught red-handed NOT doing that, even worse bilking OUR country of more than 3 Trillion dollars. We wouldn’t have needed to borrow from Japan, China, some countries in South America, Latin America, Mexico…if we had used our own money properly.

Of course, this is going in circles, because our own money hasn’t been worth anything for decades. The paper that circulates, is a distraction, to quell the public so they don’t decapitate the White wash House…we all live on credit, and borrowed time.

China has been looking at land in Kansas. CHINA has been looking at LAND in KANSAS!!! They could potentially own part of our country.

How did it come to this?

Capitalism, being exploited to the point of global strong-arming and Jack Boot tactics. Socialism, being suppressed, but used as a system of racial and class divide.

We hear of the deficit being right around 18 Trillion, according to the Zionist owned and operated media…but, it’s actually around 90 Trillion, and must be more than that, when we add everything up, bring it all into focus.

We should be talking about how much money we’ve saved.

How much does each war cost? How many have there been?

Is it not obvious that their systems are NOT working? Is it not time to take our country back? Do they need to shoot us in the streets? According to plans laid out in Operation Northwoods, that is one of their tactics. Kill Americans, blame it on some perceived enemy.

It has already happened several times.

When there are no more countries to exploit, will they just attack us? Oh wait…they already have. Roughly, 15 years ago, our own government attacked us on our own soil. NEVER FORGET that. Ask anyone today how it went down. You’ll hear about 19 hijackers, ( 9 of whom are still alive )…and planes, hitting the towers, and the Pentagram, oops:) Pen-taaaa-gonnnnn…and people being stuck inside the buildings, dying, bodies everywhere, people jumping…

sometimes you’ll hear others telling you it was the government who did it, they know it was really an inside job just like everyone said. All the conspiracy theorists are correct.

Since then, we’ve seen false flag after false flag, fake attack after fake attack…bomb drills in Boston, fake dead kids in Newtown, CT., shootings in a theater, blamed on the latest victim of MKUltra, James Holmes, who didn’t actually do any of the shooting himself but doesn’t remember any of it. Hmmm, sound familiar? Sirhan Sirhan?…and WHY are we seeing a badly chosen, double who looks nothing like James in court and in the media?

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How many innocent people died as a result of our posturing and lies? How many soldiers thought they were doing the right thing, never knowing they were being lied to, manipulated, used in a game of war. Now take that last sentence and apply it to ANY battle over the past 70 to 100 years. It is still correct. The real enemy lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in DC.

An enemy of peace, justice, liberty. An enemy of Democracy and human rights…

anemone

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sorry, tension breaker…had to be done. This photo was too awesome to pass up! Look at the eye in the middle, it was beckoning to me…

…our vets are sleeping on the sidewalks.

All i could see in my mind right then, was a group of bedraggled, disheveled veterinarians, huddled around a barrel fire in a back alley somewhere…back to it now…

I live in Taunton, MA., there are homeless vets here. I have a friend, he was in Vietnam. I asked one day, did you know we were arming both sides in Vietnam? He said yeah, but what could we do? I never got his name, but i see him at the soup kitchen all the time. The day i met him he was pan-handling, and he’d been sleeping in the back hallway of the bank across from the court house. I’m from Rockland, MA., i used to see vets sleeping outside, or in parking lots there all the time. This is not an issue which is halfway across the globe, it is right here. Who has done anything to change it? Is it enough? We’re still waging wars over nothing but oil, land, bragging rights, and cash. There will be more vets fighting for space on the sidewalks, while yet another skyscraper sits empty, devoid of all human interaction, but waiting to be sold to some foreign agency, or business partner. The same people who we point at and say, THEY are terrorists. What are those soldiers fighting? What enemy? They are embroiled in constant battle with their own government and they don’t even realize it.

How has our government spent what is essentially OUR money in the past? We have been involved in wars, battles, skirmishes, for over 200 years…they’ve bailed out big banks, big biz, big everything, before they bailed out their own affected citizens…
when we do receive a ‘ refund ‘ it’s to keep us satisfied for a bit while they’re right back to the evil.
Not only are they robbing us blind, we are still forced to keep on paying into their coke habits and call boys…trips to the Middle East for 5 year old girls, and pin the tail on the journalist’s head…
these people are sick! Our leaders are true sociopaths…most, if not all of our selected leaders-post WW2-have been CIA, and Trilaterals ( Trilateral Commission ) …some have been members of Skull and Bones at Yale, which is the same affiliation Hitler had in Germany. He was also a member…….2 + 2 is? There’s nothing to add up, it’s all public knowledge. Why is it that most people don’t know this information? This is a fact. We armed and financed BOTH sides in WW2, just like Vietnam, probably Korea…we created the propaganda yet pointed at Goebbels, and said, he’s a liar!! Do a web search for ‘ US propaganda photos, WW2 ‘ …you’ll get it.

There is a slight challenge while writing ‘ WE armed and financed both sides in WW2, Vietnam, ‘ etc., because it was not us, it was our government acting in our stead. But, we did nothing to stop them. When Roosevelt announced our entry into WW2, he did it against a 60 to 80% negative approval rating. Source is Gore Vidal, in his excellent book-Blood for Oil the Bush-Cheney Junta. He knew that Japan didn’t want anything to do with us, as far as war. They were used and abused, then later nuked for their role. The role that our government hired them for…

Roosevelt was only continuing where Woodrow Wilson left off.

We, would have stayed out of Vietnam. We, would have stayed out of WW2 Germany. We haven’t been attacked by a real enemy, since 1910. That enemy was Mexico, and it was over a land dispute regarding Arizona.

We would have had nothing to fear, if the USA, Britain, France, and Germany itself weren’t working alongside the Nazi Party. Enabling, arming, financing them. We, would have never financed the Bolshevik Revolution, only to later suit our own purposes. We would have never killed millions of innocent people across the globe, which our government somehow thinks they own…

We, would opt for peace, and unity on a global scale. There is no enemy, but the enemies that our own government created by doing all they’ve done. Cause and Effect. Their cause equals one huge and constant violation of our US Constitution. Does that piece of paper even matter anymore? It is laying in tatters, soaking in a sea of blood, running it’s color out into a fading portrait of the human race, devolving into some primordial ooze, which keeps playing each side of itself against one another while reaping the riches and killing it’s own soul.
Why have we not revolted yet? Why have we not stormed the castle and taken the King out of his seat by force. A bloodless coup like Qaddafi achieved in 1969…
because the US military is too big to get around.

If they’re not on your side, you are fucked.

It would never happen without massive amounts of bloodshed, unfortunately, because our government, our Zionist shadow government is so rooted, and hunkered down, it would be like removing a stubborn tick…
but it can be done, and if it isn’t soon, we are all doomed.
Think about the blood that has been spilled, over what?
They have caused all of our grief. Gone into third world countries, completely devastated entire villages, massacred scores of innocent people…for example: My Lai, or any of the ‘ 14 ‘ massacres that occurred during our occupation of Vietnam. If we can even believe that number to be true. Let’s just assume that number is correct…
As Professor Antony C. Sutton revealed, we played both sides against each other in Vietnam. We armed and financed the North Vietnamese, through Russia, who was aiding the North, and we gave arms, money and whatever else, to the South. Our government did that. The soldiers on the ground, were duped into that fight, on ALL sides. Some of them just fucking snapped! And lost their humanity in the process. But let’s turn this around for a minute here…Russia was taking arms and money from us, for? They had to know what we were doing and still followed through. They bought the arms, from us. For what other purpose? They had to know we were ‘ protecting ‘ South Vietnam…therefore, this is the same scenario as WW2. With both parties attending. The USA enabled Nazi Germany, at the same time we enabled the Stalinist USSR. After we enabled both, we aimed at the USSR with contempt, painting them as the bad guy.

Hence the Cold War, the circa 1950s Red Scare, ( though it went back to the 1920s ) – which should have been named the Red, White and Blue Scare…
Back to Vietnam…

during this later period of the Red Scare we decided to work with them, only to have a war to fight. Today, we are STILL living within the bubble of a propagandized, media manipulated Red Scare. Why?

As far as i can tell, through research and gleaning bits of info through the years, the president of Vietnam must have been in on it, to some degree. In the same way that Japan, was used to attack Pearl Harbor, which was a pre-planned event…they were paid to do that. We reimbursed them for the fuel* it took to fly 4,000 miles to attack an almost empty shipyard. *Source is Professor Sutton. I believe that the president of Vietnam knew he was backed into a corner, just like Japan. We always hear about the MASSIVE, 11 year campaign of defoliation…he ordered, financed, enabled that. Why defoliate? Was he playing his own sides against each other? If he was ok with doing that, who’s to say he wasn’t ok with us playing both sides? War makes money, as much as it spends it. After all, i am very sure that he remembered what happened in Nagasaki and Hiroshima, and could imagine that happening to his country. America is a terrorist state.

I can’t pin all the blame on our government…We are the government as much as they are us. So, WE are responsible for what they’ve been allowed to do, on our dime, and on our time. We have had chances to take it back and have done nothing.

This is an area where peace by attrition comes to mind…waging war on the warmongers, in order to finally have peace, no matter how many regular good citizens are killed in the process of taking it back. An insurrection, aimed at the tyranny of our leaders who have created our quagmire of injustice and ruined our country. Turning it into a warhead, set and ready to explode at whichever country gives us the finger first. Even more sinister is the FACT, that our own government is more than ready to strike at us, it’s own citizens, just to keep the status quo. They need to be taken out effectively, and quickly the first time. But it has to be done through ethics, morals, philosophy, anarcho-pacifism. No violence, even if they fire upon us. Someone, somewhere needs to be a witness to innocent Americans being murdered by our own government, so it shakes them awake, and moves them into action. That right person will have the necessary wares to effect our change. We couldn’t, say, bomb the White wash House…we would hurt innocent people there, who are only part of the cast in this B-Movie…it needs to be done the right way. But, it has to be done NOW!

Our government has taken the wheel, and driven us over a cliff into a miles-high mountain of rotting corpses…whistle-blowers and patriots, innocent women and children, anyone who gets in the way. Anyone who doesn’t quite fit the mold. In other words, one who refuses to be a sheep, just waiting to be killed while we bleat and moan…we choose to be the lion! We are the King of our Jungle. We are the ones who could make it right again. Will we?

If we truly want to defeat, the typical definition, of terrorism, we should dismantle the US government, and start from scratch. Dismantle the CIA, which will NEVER happen…stop putting big banks first…get back to what we used to be.
Well, let’s not go killing millions of American Indians this time HUH??! Adding insult to injury erecting a 4 faced stone statue as big as the mountains of all those slave-owners, and Indian killers as a beacon of all our tyranny. Their faces represent those of men who killed CHILDREN. These are our heroes???
These genocidal maniacs should have been stopped. No one even tried. Did any ANY any other country step in? No. They were fine with it. Why? Britain? No, they had already slaughtered scores of indigenous tribes worldwide, what did they care?
Canada? At least they allowed some tribes to relocate, and protected them, to a degree…but why be passive-aggressive? Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad for the indigenous tribes if someone was in their corner. This is why i believe many people were in on their extinction, anyone could have stopped it.

Now to the present.

Why is our government, ” suppressing Democracy “?…( i borrowed that phrase from the article on Noriega, ( below…) …they said he was doing this. ) …one of the supposed goals in our system, way of life in the USA…taking from us, to give it to weaponry, aimed at innocent victims of tyranny. Panama in 1989…Manuel Noriega, accused of drug trafficking. What a load of shit! How much cocaine and opium, to later be refined into Heroin, has the US government allowed into the country? Why did the USA have the power to go in and decimate their peace, kill a bunch of people, cause grief and hardship? Who gave the go ahead to make us the neighborhood watch, calling others out for what we do ourselves? Look into it, there were other reasons why we invaded Panama, obviously the Noriega story was a decoy for Bush Sr., to go to Iraq.
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/the-u-s-invades-panama

So, as we’ve seen many times, the government made up a reason, then just went and did it.
For what? Ulterior motives.
What ever happened to having a ‘ fair fight ‘?
Not only do we happen to possess the biggest military in the world, we will use it against you even if you did nothing. Even better/worse…we’ll lie to start this battle, just because we can. C-Mon…we’re the USA…who’s gonna stop us?…
Our leaders don’t want peace. That would mean an end to the raping, pillaging, outright theft, murder on a genocidal level, for what?
” Democracy ” …
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peace
1. freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility. “you can while away an hour or two in peace and seclusion”
synonym: tranquility, calm, restfulness, peace and quiet, peacefulness, quiet, quietness; privacy, solitude “can’t a man get any peace around here?”
antonyms: noise
mental calm; serenity. “the peace of mind this insurance gives you”
synonyms: serenity, peacefulness, tranquility, equanimity, calm, calmness, composure, ease, contentment, contentedness…”peace of mind”
antonyms: agitation, distress
2. freedom from or the cessation of war or violence. “the Straits were to be open to warships in time of peace”
synonyms: law and order, lawfulness, order, peacefulness, peaceableness, harmony, nonviolence; formalconcord “we pray for peace”
antonyms: conflict; a period of this. “the peace didn’t last”
a treaty agreeing to the cessation of war between warring states. “support for a negotiated peace”
synonyms: treaty, truce, ceasefire, armistice, cessation/suspension of hostilities “a lasting peace”
antonyms: war
freedom from civil disorder. “police action to restore peace”
synonyms: law and order, lawfulness, order, peacefulness, peaceableness, harmony, nonviolence; formalconcord “we pray for peace”
antonyms: conflict
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The opposite of peace would be…
disturbance, chaos and disorder, war, violence
conflict, agitation, distress, noise…
our country has been on the opposite side of peace for a very very long time. This will not change until we change it. Do we still have power over our government? Fuck no. Do they rule us? Yes. Do they have our best interests at heart? Hell no. Will they stop the; violence for no reason, warmongering, pillaging the riches of any country they want? No.
Our government, only exists in the truest form of the name itself, as a moniker, for a corporation, or company. We are ‘ governed ‘ …but the people who are doing the governing, just happen to be psychopaths bent on world domination, even if it kills a few million people in the process. How is this any different than the propaganda we all learned about Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, Idi Amin, Vlad the Impaler…
Why is it somehow acceptable when the USA does the same thing they did? We go into a random country and murder 100,000 people and blame it on our latest fabricated enemy, showing how terrible they are in the media, portraying them as terrorists, when in reality, we did all the killing, through the CIA, or some connection to Mossad, or another faction. We enable terrorists, in the Middle East, who have displaced 100s of 1,000s of people, for what? Who is behind these terrorists? Who gave them weapons, and money? The USA. Who armed the Mujahideen? Who enabled ISIS? Who is very tight with Al-Qaeda, even after blaming them for 9/11, going into Afghanistan, and Iraq, murdering HOW MANY INNOCENT PEOPLE???? For what? Then using them in the plot to capture and kill Qaddafi…using them at Benghazi…who did all this? The USA…
Who shines a light on Muslims, blames them for false flags, fake terrorist attacks, shootings, general chaos…then favors them to their faces? The USA…namely Obama. But his entire administration accepts this and DOES NOTHING! Are they afraid to act? Wouldn’t someone, somewhere have stood up by now and said WAIT! This isn’t right, you are violating our own US constitution…
A very small handful of people have stood their ground and called attention to our government’s misdeeds, and it got some of them killed. So that says to me that everyone from the top to the bottom is involved. It would have to be that way, or the tyrant would be impeached, his lackeys would be rotting in jail next to the Bush’s, Cheney, Rumsfeld…any of the other war criminals who are still alive today. Hang them all. Do it in public so we can spit on them while they choke and sputter, for doing this to our country.

We, the people, would not oust the Native Americans, force them into constantly contracting reservations, smaller each year, deny them even the most basic rights, force them to exist as lowlife scum, in a pig pen, while we saunter along on our $10,000 rugs and eat caviar. We, the people, would not condemn a soldier for telling the truth about his own government, revealing their wrongdoings to the public, who deserve to know…shaming him and stripping him of his honor, when he acted accordingly with his position, militarily and morally. We, the people, would make sure none of our own were downtrodden, without, empty bellied and hopeless…
Our tyrannical, maniacal, imperialist despots don’t care enough to do any of these things. If they did i wouldn’t have needed to write about it.
What has our nation become, and why?
Who got us to this point?

What can we do to change it?

‘ Literary Terrorism ‘ …

 

” you have the right to remain silent…”
but you have the moral obligation to report injustice, and tyranny.
” anything you say, can, and will, be used against you ”
even when you tell the truth, your words will be used against you. Even if every word you say is absolute truth, the system can, and will, use it against you. How? By taking what you say, write, promote…and using it in a campaign of propaganda, aimed at creating their next false flag. Crisis actors all of us.

When the government prosecutes a citizen for whistle-blowing, through their output of anti-Imperialist positive propaganda, they are showing themselves as guilty…wouldn’t they just let it slide? Why call attention to it by killing the person who revealed vital information which points to the US government as the terrorist? The word is already out. A true liar, ( that sounds like a contradiction, but it is accurate. These people believe their own lies…) would call the least amount of attention to it possible by ignoring it, acting as if it never bothered him. Why attack the whistle blower? Why not let them have their day, and walk away headlong toward your next blatant violation of our US Constitution?…

…this points to socio-pathological tendencies. A sociopath is a pathological liar. In other words all of our leaders in the USA have been sociopaths bent on the destruction of any ideal that doesn’t match that of their own, or that of their contributors. Is that Democracy?

1). ” a system of government by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives. ” …

Do we conduct, fair, accurate, balanced elections, or have they been rigged since right around 1914?…do we have equal say in what happens?

2). ” a state governed by a democracy ” …

is our state governed by a Democracy? No. Read the first definition and you see a gaping hole where our ‘ choice ‘ used to exist…not to mention the fact that we don’t run anything, it’s been run for us since the beginning. All eligible members of a state? Have ANY of our selected leaders been eligible? The last qualified president we had was Herbert Hoover, and he was drummed out for being too soft.

3). ” control of an organization or group by the majority of its members ” …

This one would make sense, if the people in charge were you and me…instead we have others speaking in our stead. Are you ok with that? Unfortunately, this one rings more true than the others. Our country is a corporation, who has other smaller corporations in it’s pocket. Our selected leaders are only CEOs of this corporation, in all it’s miscreancy and chaos, ruling all, and loving none. This third definition is the problem. We should be at level 1, and clearly we are at level 3.

Can we save ourselves?

Yes.

We need to get rid of the common conception of Democracy; how it’s misused and fragmented into other more evil intentions. When you hear that we want to ‘ democratize ‘ a nation, you can rest assured that we are setting them up for further exploitation of their key resources, until they need our ‘ help ‘ to rebuild…and of course, they are on that list of future enemies…hmmm, who should we destroy today??

If nothing else it’s a mask for the underhanded intentions of our Zionist wannabes in the White House. The way it’s been used to stand as a banner of peace, while we are destabilizing other countries for our own uses…used as a way of being, while it only further separates classes, further instigates racial tensions.

the key issue here is our right to vote and have an actual say in what goes on…and the FACT that it is not that way. Look into Billary’s contributors, campaign financiers…where are they from? Why is foreign money having a say in who gets in? Does that not bother you? It definitely should. But then, Obama literally said in a press conference, that due to changes in the election laws, foreign contributors would have more of a say in the elections. WHAT!!!??:) Really think about that…

He spelled it out, plain as day. Who said anything? We should all be first, and we are looked at as last. Our current ‘ election process ‘ is a terrible idea, set to favor the rich, while the poor can go fuck off somewhere else for their healthcare or well-being. This is the way our country was founded, the rich being at the top, the working class being at the bottom. How is this NOT Communism? Feudalism? An ant farm on a global scale…where humans are nothing more than a vehicle to enrich the already well-off and the well-off are just looking for a way to destroy the hopes of the ones who need help. Kill them and you no longer need to provide for them. Hence, our illegal wars, global terrorism, massive campaigns of propaganda to take the attention off of our own scheming, in the plot to form a one world government.

This is ‘ positive ‘ propaganda, meaning, the things we can reveal about our completely fabricated history. These writers and whistle-blowers are necessary, because they reveal that missing information about our past leaders, bringing it up to the current despot and his administration; all of their misdeeds, all the misdeeds of ALL our leaders…all they’ve done to destroy our country since roughly 1910…and we can trace it back even further to just before 1492 if we align things like the Jews being expelled from Spain in 1492, for conducting one of many child sacrifices…they were also expelled from England for the same reason, just around 300 years before that…look into it, you will see a pattern. Many patterns and connections…and the strange fable of a sailor who never actually landed here, but is lauded as a hero, even though, by his own legend, he was a pedophile and murderer, responsible for genocide, of indigenous tribes…the Spaniards were responsible for bringing scores of people from Africa, to this continent to be used as slaves, while they mined all the resources and stole millions of humans for worldwide dispersion…
…this guy is one of our heroes?…we get a holiday for him, after what he did?…

does that not bother you? Does it not sound suspicious? Does it not seem as if in reality this was all part of the plan? Clear out the indigenous tribes, make way for the ‘ disaffected ‘ who are on their way from England, seeking a new, or relatively new land, which just happens to have been already cleared…by whom? Who was behind this new frontier? How many slaves were used to build this new venture? How many children? How many humans were used by other humans to do their bidding? Is there a caste system when it comes to your equals?

Our fore-fathers were so high and mighty, they went on to tell us, we are all created equal, yet they had their own slaves. I loosely quoted comedian George Carlin right there…find his standup on the subject and you see that he was actually a great philosopher. Knowing this, isn’t that just verification that our system encourages others being on a lower scale than you? How is this different than the Socialism/Communism that we so abhor? Working class bows to the ruling class. The citizens being ‘ protected ‘ by the ruling class/empowered lineage-Bush Cartel-military complex…in exchange for their unwavering devotion to the State…

This is Feudalism. America was and still is a Feudalist/Communist/Socialist republic of uninformed workers, towing the line for unqualified, unjust tyrants.

We deride any attempt to bring the inequality of the white race, into the equation, out of fear of being labeled racist…while bolstering the false image that black America is some revolutionary sentinel of human rights. There are legitimate examples of great black activists who have done much to erase hate and bigotry…yet, those men and women are long gone. They would roll in their graves if they saw the current state of black America, where they are killing each other, and looting their own stores, rioting over falsified stories of police injustice, without ever reading further into it…

the reason there is, and always will be, a divide between the races, is because we were all shown that it was there. From birth, we’re told, this is God, give him all your money, don’t ask questions. Some people are good, some are bad…some are lighter, some of the darker ones are probably bad…the media shows a biased view from the inside of a vacuum, designed to obscure facts and promote propaganda, no matter who it involves or what damage it will do. This is sensationalism. Let’s all talk about a gay wedding cake in Cambridge while there are homeless veterans on the streets of Boston. You can see by my example, attention paid to gay agenda, no attention paid to the end result with all of it’s shrapnel, to the fake war issue which has left millions dead, many many disaffected…soldiers who are committing suicide because they just can’t deal with all the innocent people they killed. It has been definitively established, that our government went to war over nothing, they acknowledge that it was based on a set of lies. All fallout can be directly attributed to them, their decision to go against such a high disapproval rating etc., all of it should be on their laps right now! Why is it not? Why are Bush and Cheney, Rumsfeld…not in Gitmo right now being water-boarded, hung out to dry all day…ridiculed in the media…instead, they’re exalted. Why?

…why is it that some people today are hapless, unresponsive to this bane to our well being?

So many connections, angles, tendrils…

Our system encourages child labor in third world countries, in order to reap the benefits here. Willfully exploiting Capitalism by way of violating the human rights of a CHILD? Also discounting reports of the rampant, and unceasing pedophilia, in the human trade…covering up one injustice with yet another.

Pedophilia and homosexuality in the much revered and still somehow respected, church… where they go out of their way to protect the priests who have sex with CHILDREN? How is this normal? If you don’t step up to the plate and talk about it, write about it, you are part of the problem.

Campaigns of violence, where our civil rights activists talk big, then back off when their own people agitate to the point of lawful intervention…where they instigate the authorities until they just fucking snap, then turn it around in the press to reflect violence aimed at the activists instead of from them. Is it not suspect that the black man who is perfectly positioned for the row of cameras next to him is the one smashing out the store front window? Why him? What about the line of armed to the teeth police, standing guard against any racial implosions which are in fact scheduled ahead of time…while the angry looking black man is face to face with one of them for the prime photo op of the magazines and press coverage? Why is it so important for the ‘ media ‘ and i mean mostly the main stream media…to get in there and get the prime shots? Wouldn’t they need to keep it neutral?

Why do they encourage racially biased material only when it benefits the situation? Isn’t this sensationalism? Suddenly, Jerry Springer could run for president.

The continuation of slavery, in third world countries, namely Africa. Why? Why is this still an issue? Because without it the world economy would suffer, it’s just the truth. That sounds harsh but all we did was bury the issue of slavery, not defeat it. It’s not politically correct to say, that sometimes, cheap labor is a good thing…

The almost pathological greed, of our leaders; extending it to the citizens who now lose all they’ve scrimped and saved, to pay more taxes for the coming wars, foreign glad-handing and overall manipulation of the now befriended, but still future enemies; imposing sanctions if they don’t comply. What leader could be ok with inflicting suffering on it’s own peoples, no matter which side of the equation they’re on?

This is somehow allowed, yet, people who tell the truth, are being prosecuted right now.

When a writer describes our own government’s shortcomings, suddenly they are deemed a threat. They are now a ‘ literary terrorist ‘ …in the eyes of our tyrannical figurehead for the Zionist revolution, little America. When a soldier who is sworn to uphold the US constitution, gets in trouble FOR upholding the US constitution…we have definitely lost the battle. When a soldier reveals a video which shows definitive proof, with no doubt whatsoever, he is berated, punished, even tortured…all of this before he’s made to look ridiculous in the public eye by his ‘ sudden choice to become a woman…’ …come on…that was a strategy by the very people he exposed, who told him, do this or we shoot you in the face…which is it?
When citizens, who decide to protest, EVEN peacefully become united, they are deemed a threat…why is this? Strength in numbers? Kind of like the next Civil War happening right in front of our eyes? Growing in intensity and aimed at our fallen leadership, which readily bent over and accepted the unlubricated prong of Zionism, in it’s goal of extending their trail back to their ‘ home land ‘ …

as early as 1896, Theodor Herzl, had already broken away from traditional Judaism, and he was in line to effect the start of WW1 with his cohorts, including elements of the German government at the helm. With the dream team of America, Britain, France, and Germany involved, the coming events would fall in line perfectly. Herzl, was an Austro-Hungarian journalist. Who’s to say he wasn’t promoting propaganda to enhance his own agenda? If you read into all events surrounding him, his cause, and the way that all countries were on the side of Zionism, you see the way their plan was effected. Why else would Gavril Princip have been paid to kill Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife? That was a win-win for many people.

Going back to the Jews being banished from Spain in 1492…who was the King at that time? King Ferdinand. He was murdered with Queen Isabella. Connection?

We could align events going back as far as we want. As far as Zionism and the role it played in our downfall, we would have to look at the period of time around 1896, then forward around 20 years to Wilson being available to help fund the movement. There is a strange coincidence with the figure of 20 years…WW1 ended, and with the Treaty of Versailles in 1918-19, it would be 20 years, until millions would be murdered in the line of fire between Hitler and Stalin. In 1946,7,8…millions of Jews, were relocated to Palestine. That did happen. In 1967, the illegal state of Israel, attempted to take land close to their newly gleaned home. They were met with resistance, and had a small war, ” the 6 day war ” …you can see patterns there, and follow them to the current conflict in Syria, Turkey…literally, nothing has changed. All of this points to an illegal state being created, with the help of many great nations, enabled backed, financed…all for the purpose of a new state for Jews who had suffered so much through the centuries…

Muammar Qaddafi said, to both sides…” Israel, in 1967 you went to take land, why did you wait 20 years before doing that? And to Palestine, the land was sitting there…you did nothing until Israel went to take it, only then did you fight. ” …you can watch this brilliant speech on youtube, or wherever you get your videos…he was at the UN, i believe this was in 2010, because he was murdered soon after in October of 2011. In fact, he cryptically predicted his own coming death, when he called out the USA for hanging Saddam Hussein, over nothing more than wanting to abandon the US dollar. When Qaddafi announced he was set to do the same, Obama went in with NATO, other troops, drones, and wiped out sections of Tripoli, killing innocent men, women, children, elderly…for what?

the common theme, in all events, is a one world government with Zionism at the helm.

…whether you look at the end of the 1890s or the beginning of the 1910s, you see a connection, which spreads to key events, which will lead you to our current situation. All of this is a direct result of our government being aligned with Zionism.

Start WW1, take Poland, pay Hitler and Stalin to war over it 20 years later, kill millions of innocent Jews and Poles just to have a certain number of war-dead, which you can later propagandize, taking the light off any other dead, only promoting your 6 million dead claim…then relocate the ‘ better ‘ ones who are very much alive and well, to your dream destination, Palestine. That is exactly what happened.

The USA was and still is ok with having Zionism as it’s benefactor, and partner in crime; war crimes to be exact…yet discounts any other way of thinking but the old American ideal…fuck the Commies, fuck Muslims, fuck Americans.
America aided the ‘ Commies ‘ ; funding the Bolshevik Revolution-( source; Professor Antony C. Sutton ) enabling both world wars, swaying the turn of events regarding the Korean War, stabilizing our own agenda, while destabilizing their entire country…arming and financing BOTH sides in Vietnam…now, if we were arming and financing both sides in Vietnam, it would make sense that we played both sides in Korea…since Russia was in the North, we were in the South, ‘ protecting it from Communism ‘ …just like in Vietnam.
With the knowledge that we actually funded Communism, we can see that everything we learned about the Red Scare was indeed a fabrication. The only way it could have been applied is if one hand was cutting off the other, it’s a logical improbability, yet America has effected that at every step. Now bring it up to today, all of it is directly connected to America funding the Bolshevik Revolution. We are STILL painting Russia as the bad guy, even though Putin has done all of our dirty work for us with OUR OWN war-child, ISIS. So…
WHO is the terrorist? And is it not obvious that Herzl’s ideology falls right in line with the multitude of reasons why the USA has been at the center of all chaos over the past 100 + years? See the connection?

By these standards, and according to her own…America should be looked at as the neighborhood bully. ALL personnel of the military in ANY faction should technically be approaching the White House right now to capture the true terrorists, the ones who are behind ALL of our discontent.
As Professor Sutton says, the Bush family truly has been behind all of this. Since 1910, with Herbert Walker, they have been the money behind the terror. Our own presidents…i go back to Woodrow Wilson, you can still trace it further back of course…but to go with him, rounds everything off, on this current chapter regarding the USSR, Germany, Britain, France, the USA, all being behind the unified effort to cause global strife, and threat of death in a continual, if you trace events from one to the next…campaign, of terrorism coming FROM the US government. Who allowed the US government to do all this? Wouldn’t someone have stepped in by now? Really think about that. Why has no one stepped in?
Everyone and their Mom is in on it. It would HAVE to be that way.

So, to be the patriotic, proud citizen you are, you need to do all you can to promote justice, no matter who it ensnares. Promote liberty, which has been taken from us over the past 70 years; any number of events from domestic terror actually perpetrated by elements of our own government in order to paint the picture of foreign entities doing it all…( Operation Northwoods ) …to the current threat of a foreign enemy, who…does…not…exist. The current threat is located at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The people who have derided our government, turned it into a juggernaut of hatred, bigotry, violence, greed, lust…

i’m not religious, but how many of the seven deadly sins can you attribute to any of our presidents? They are after all normal, everyday average men. They have faults. When we are duped into an election process which is already rigged to favor the favorable, even over those with more experience than they could ever need, we are living in a country that has no law. ALL presidents in the USA going back to the very beginning were in on a plan to create a new Empire. America the world leader, waving proud it’s arms, and bombs, and drones, and anger at what you have…mining resources to the point of desolation…farming the land of our scapegoat countries, in order to render them helpless, thus enabling our own liberation tactics, as we saw in WW2…we go in to save the day, when in reality, we, the USA armed and financed both sides…

It truly is all a game.

 

 

 

Ento

 

 

We see him:

( Raymond Ento Smith of Columbia, GeoGeoGeorgia… )…veering left, then right…and weaving fast-forward, then slowing down too much…

He was tired. So tired that his second grade teacher was explaining to him the function of simple math…
He looked up at her face…the face of an angel, gilded by the aura of peace and love…floating above his dashboard between the speedometer and the radio…
the setting sun gleaming in her eyes as she stroked the hair from his forehead……
and she explained that, in class that day when she was walking by, ( he thought she pulled his hair when she walked by ), she was actually just reaching out to teasingly play with his hair, and it got caught in her bracelet. He yelled at her that day and left school crying because he loved her and he was embarrassed that she didn’t love him and must’ve pulled his hair out of complete disgust… leaning in he said, ” I’m sorry Miss Habeeb, i didn’t know…i feel so foolish…” he leaned forward to kiss her…
suddenly he was thrown hard against the driver’s-side door, then violently tossed into the dash, splitting his top lip and breaking his nose…blinding light, as he’s thrown up into the air and his head crunched into the ceiling, snapping his neck…missing the dome light by an inch or two…then comes down on the passenger seat, bouncing hard to the floor,
he felt the car stop banging side over side and come down on all fours again…he felt it starting to roll…and he opened his eyes to see the dome light, the torn fabric hanging down over part of the smashed rear-windshield…he looked out the back window frame…

then ” BANG!!! ” …the sky stopped moving and he was pinned; a six-foot man stuck in the two-foot place underneath the glove compartment…
When he opened his eyes again, there was a guy trying to shake him awake…his right eye was made of glass…he could tell because only the left one moved…every time the man would move him, he’d shriek at the top of his face and try to look up at him, but he had a link missing in his neck and couldn’t hold his head up any way that didn’t kill…it kept bulging, threatening to break through the skin…
still the man kept trying to grab him out of there…

he passed out again…

( voices next to him…)
” …eep at the wheel…into a tree on the side of the road…wife and youngest girl didn’t survive….”
he opened his eyes and saw the bland white of ceiling tiles and he could now smell the stale purified oxygen of a hospital room…
he just kept hearing those words…” didn’t survive…”
he wondered whose wife had died…Ginny was back home with her Mom, so he knew she was safe and he’d see her again when he was out of here…
suddenly he thought to himself…” where is here?…” …his eyes drifted shut again…

( he has a dream about Gin, and their daughter Steph…)
” Mommm…have you seen my…Oh, never mind…i got it…”
Ginny looked up at the ceiling, through the floor and into Stephanie’s room, and yelled ” ok hon…” and went back to the book splayed across her thighs, as she rocked back and forth slowly in her Grandma’s rocking chair…
She was reading ” An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge ” by Ambrose Bierce…

https://books.google.com/books/about/An_Occurrence_at_Owl_Creek_Bridge.html?id=BozOQkzUN_gC&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&hl=en#v=onepage&q&f=false

…and she couldn’t help but wonder when he would be home this time…it was usually a day or two, but lately he’s been getting more and more work lined up for himself, so he was traveling more than ever…

standing on his cloud, the man dreamily imagined the expression on her face as she looks up to the ceiling again out of instinct…she can see him looking down at her, all appreciative and love-struck…
he blows her a kiss and she pretends like she got slapped…winking up at him with a smile…he starts to fall slowly until he’s perched outside the dining-room window, watching her staring at his image on the ceiling, he wants to hold her…
her smile starts to fade, and she comes back to the present…she goes back to reading…

he leans his head slightly on the window and sighs…

She paralleled her husband with the main character; who was about to be hanged, and was waiting for the command to finally be given…he day-dreamed that he had slipped the noose, fell into the water underneath the bridge, and dodged the bullets that were pelting the calm water all around him…time was slowed to a blur as the soldiers all did their best to blow out his face from the back of his head…but, not one bullet even so much as touched him…well, except for the slightly-more-than-warm one that came to rest in his collar…

she paused and looked off reflectively…generating a mind-frame hologram of his face…and imagined where he could be…
he felt her spirit energy beckoning him…and sent her a mental image of his corner and his …wait…he couldn’t ….possibly…no. No, he changed his mind…he’s different now and she’d never accept him the way he looked…all bug-eyed and black shell hanging down…
she drifted on the partially-obscured, but familiar face of a man contorting, in a frantic seizure of smeared features twisting slowly into a great, spasming creature…an insect but a man…both somehow…
she shuddered at the thought, lowering her head, and went solemnly back to reading…back to the chase down the stream…

…he out-swam them, and knew he was in the clear…soon he’d be running home to see his girl…
and soon, everything Was better and no one wanted him dead for his anti-government stance…
he saw his house when he came to the top of Senichoate Hill, and stopped to take it in for a minute…then ran toward his lover’s arms…
as he was bounding down the hill, he noticed that the house and the field…and his wife were all fading away, sucking backwards into a hole which was getting exponentially smaller, and being placed up into the sky onto a cloud at the top right corner of his screen…..

back to reality…

when he came to, he wasn’t actually running toward his love, heading straight into her outstretched arms, he was still on the bridge…he hadn’t really slipped his noose…he was still impossibly tied to the main carrying beam of the ” long sturrdy braidge  “…and he heard the birds and the rushing of the water again, just as the Captain gave the command, the Sergeant stepped off his end of the man’s death plank, which stretched over three of the main beams, then only half-covered the space underneath the condemned man…his own dropped out from under his feet…

he was determined to keep his eyes open through to the end…as the rope was stretching his neck, she heard the shudder slam against the window…
” CRACK!!!…”

…her eyes darted toward the window wall and she imagined the man; eyes bulging open, and fading away on that bridge, and the tears of his poor wife…
She felt her sorrow for real, as she silently wept.

She thought about their good life.
A simple life, where each day was, ” MOOOVIEES…” they’d all pack up and go to the theater for a day of popcorn and candy and soda and family…or the water park…

Steph told all her friends about her Dad on the water-slide…” He had such a blast!!!…he was laughing like a little kid the whole time…” …

her friends all smiled, Jeanette asked, ” was it his first time on one?…”
Steph replied, ” yeah, he used to be afraid of water…he almost drowned when he was three…”
Paula said, ” poor guy!…He’s so nice…( then giggling…) i have a crush on him…”
Jeanette said, ” uh-uuuh…I had a crush on him first!…Steph…tell her…”
Steph had to concede, turning to Paula, ” it’s true…she met him when we were seven, you didn’t meet him ’til this year…sorry…”
To which Paula playfully stamped her foot and pouted a little, before busting out in a belly laugh that started them all laughing hysterically…
then Jeanette grabbed Paula around the neck…” Oh mister Oranthal…I…LOooove YOoouuu…leaning in to kiss her on the lips…..”
Paula squealed like bad disc-brakes and slithered away from her, hiding behind Julia…who was playfully darting back and forth in front of Paula to hide her, then stamped her foot on the stage of the Beacon Thee-a-Tah! in Boston, MA., looking upward to the high decks, and said, in perfect Baroque Thespian, ” leave my lezzbeen luv-uh…alone!…”

( the crowd ROAR/stopt!… ) and the air was thick with nothingness, black-dripping opaque cancer consuming all points of light, love and peace, into a swirling red/blackened-flesh nightmare of too much LSD you drown in your own sweltering blood-pressure fading backward into the demon’s teeth, and down…down……down……………..
Paula screamed again and ran around the entire group of girls trying to find an entrance …ducking through the barricade and crouching behind Trisha so Jeanette wouldn’t catch her…Trish winked at Jeanette and nodded her head a little…Jeanette smirked, and said in a low gravelly voice ” Whey my womman at?!!!…( covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh with her little hand…) Paula took off running towards Steph’s house to go hide from them and ” hang out with Miss Ginny on the front porch…
the only sane one in the whole entiyah world apparint-lee!!…”
Mrs. Oranthal laughed, and when the girl reached the top of the steps, she leaned in toward her and said…” Paula…i have a crush on YOU…” smiling and raising only her right eyebrow as she playfully reaches her arms out to grab her… eyes wide, Paula dropped to the floor and played dead as Mrs. O nearly crapped her pants laughing…

He loved Virginia with all his heart.
He opened his sad eyes and looked at the ceiling…a tear streamed from his eye as he said, only whisper strong, ” gin…” …then he imagined his poor little daughter’s face…
she’s been gone three years now, crushed by a drunk driver in her own driveway……then he passed-out until the next morning…

…………..first day after the accident, he woke up in a sort of dream-state…alone…..
his confused mind couldn’t put two thoughts in a straight line…and his head was dizzy with numb…
he laid there wondering if she’d gotten up early for work…
staying there ‘ for a few ‘ …in their king-size, double-plush bed, he went over it all in his head. Then, he noticed the dull purple-gray of the ceiling, and thought…
” what’d she change it?…hmmm…weird. ” He laid there for a few more with his eyes closed, head back on the pillows, arms comfortably nestled under his thick tuft of hair. He fell back to ” sleep ” for a few hours…he slept restlessly, kept tossing and turning…to and fro back and forth trying to escape a spider’s web…
When he opened his eyes again, the ceiling was different…sure, it was the same color, but the style had changed from the 1950’s white/gold-chipped faux…to an early cubist mock finish, with tiny circles pressed into each tile…and it looked, he thought…as though there were three or four…” holes “…seemingly pushed through the fabric of nothing, and bursting out of an imaginary box top…he could see the forward crumple of material leaking into thin-air…he squashed his face up in a bunch and tried to count the hundreds of concentric circles…” what the fuu…” suddenly his vision started to clear, and out of the corner of his right eye, he could see a twisting movement, slowly back and forth…and pointed at him…when he turned his head to the right and inch or so, he could see a blurry shape lurking in the area just beyond the reach of his vision…suddenly it moved forward in an adroit shock of a gate, swirling to the left a little, and straight at him!…he ducked back into the warmth of his pillow, but it didn’t seem to matter…the shape was directly in front of him within two short bursts, and staring right through him all up close in the bewildered face…

…the mammoth appendage had two neat rows of little red-green eyes, staggered across a minimalist landscape of tiny scales and bumps, which seemed to shine with a light-oil smudged across the back of an iguana in a heated display cabinet, in the corner    of the room…
Then the creature just backed-up, stopped three or four inches before his eyes…and it’s bumpy forehead formed a furrow…

he was terrified…

…his first instinct was to swipe it away, but he couldn’t lift his arms to swat at it…

…it felt like he was confined to a straight-jacket…

He twisted his face into a poison mask of bitter anger, and growled at the thing hovering before him…” GRRRRR…you better back the fuck away!!! what the hell are you?…” …

the mighty beast cocked it’s head to the right and looked at him with only it’s left eyes, squeezing shut the others and struggling to keep them closed…
when he looked past it, he could plainly see the rest of it’s body…it was coiling back and forth underneath like a snake-charmer’s pet, and snapping on itself impatiently…and he wondered aloud, ” what the fuck is goin’ on here??…” then, like an inchworm, raising it’s body to survey the coming terrain, it’s head and half it’s childlike face moved another inch closer…it’s own body still gyrating under it…and he could feel the delicate hairs on it’s head, lightly touching his eyebrow, making him twitch and try to struggle free…to no avail. He screamed,
” WHAAAAAT!!!…what do you want?!! where am i!? “…..the creature twitched it’s mouth back and forth quickly like Charlie Chaplin swiping his moustache side to side…
and it’s proboscis grazed his eyebrow again before he gnashed at it with his teeth…

” AARRRGH!!!…come here!…I’ll bite yuh fuckin’ face-off before you have mine!!! ”
the thing moved away slowly, slithering back into the blur of the rest of the room…
He relaxed his tense neck and shoulders, and pushing his mouth over to the side, called for his wife…” Hon?…you in the bathroom?…you gotta see this…”
he heard nothing, not the shower blasting out it’s fare, not the hair-dryer blowing back her 70’s Farrah Fawcett wings…not the sound of her embarrassed, quickly clearing her throat too late to cover a fart just after it had already slipped out…nothing at all.

Since he couldn’t move, he imagined himself sliding along the wall; like the doomed Captain at the end of, ” Day of the Dead “…moving toward the door, slowly scraping along, gingerly avoiding each of the paintings and end tables, and the boxes of shoes and video-tapes, bursting over with too many ” squished up ” newspapers…never once did he take his eyes off the corner as he crept…though, he couldn’t figure out why the room didn’t seem to be moving along with him as he rounded the corner by the door…he tried his hardest to see the beast, all he saw was a hazy blur, frothing in it’s own space, lurking and ready to strike him in half!…still, he did his best to just get out of the room and inform his wife that somehow they’d stumbled into Beckett’s absurdist theatre, where the Universe is a dust-mote, and the dust mites were large enough to squish you dead…
Knocking on the door quietly, tentatively…he said, ” ( whispering…) baabe…

( a bit louder…)…baaaabe? honey, you in here?…” …he grabbed the door knob before knocking lightly again…then opened it slightly…he saw that the light was off…

” what the hell?…”

…he turned just his head back towards the room, then walked a few meager steps toward the bedroom doorway, peeking through…he entered the kitchen with only his face, pushing it left as he spied the counter and walked with his eyes along the top of the wall, following the length of the ceiling, down the cabinets to the stove and all the pots and pans…

” huh?…i put those away yesterday…” …he looked at the small table with the phone and a bunch of scrap paper strewn wildly over the top of it, then followed the phone-cord into the living room…
He backed out of the kitchen doorway a little, and turned his head slightly to the right…he could see himself on the bed…he looked up to the ceiling over the bed…no sign of the creature…he thought, ” what the FUCK is going on?!…”…looking around again, he turned and blinked himself back to his bed…twitching and pissing under the Gulliver bug, now swirling over him again……

…he was starting to get scared, and thought, ” this could be some kind of delusion, but it’s real enough that i felt his breath…”
suddenly, he looked over at the kitchen door, as if he could see around the corner, and through the very wall that stood between him and knowing if what he felt was real…
when he imagined a jaunt out of the room everything was right-side up…but why does it feel like it’s upside-down for real?…

he realized that the painting of the Twin Towers in the kitchen really was upside-down!!… he could see his daughter Anna’s picture, the one of her ice-skating in a tournament four years ago…
the glass display-case it was in was positioned perfectly for him to see the painting reflected on the opposite wall…and he said to himself…” yup, sure enough it’s upside fuckin’! down…” then he thought to himself, ” well, why isn’t the fridge?…wait a minute!!…am i on his ceiling??…is that why the painting is upside-down??…so, he’s on his floor looking up at me?!!!…”
the idea seemed absurd, but…it made perfect sense to him…how else could he rationalize this?…and he imagined the Earth, as we all stand on it, we assume we’re… ‘ on ‘ …it, but if you take it in your hand, and hold it up above your head, everyone on the bottom would be upside-down…
…he murmured the words keeping them inside his head, “…yeah…that’s it…it must be…”
then, as if the thing had heard his very thoughts, it came floating into view again…darting quickly towards him, slithering fast and wriggling hard left to right…
coming to a stop just in front of his face, it hovered there, looking at him with it’s macabre visage centimeters from his own…
…then from out of nowhere, a strangled, choking click emitted from somewhere at the back of it’s throat…the underside of it’s jaw on either side flared in and out, in a rhythmic pulse…and a cool vibration filled the air, wafting in on the soft current of electric water, the music gently rubbing his eardrums…until, ” UH!! what the fuck!…”…
the creature seemed to understand that the vibrations annoyed him more than communicated with him in any way…it slowly reached forth a serated limb and sawed through the billowy jacket that kept him suspended in his tight place, and watched as the man fell a few threads, then brought up his tiny arms and wiped earwax from his freaked earlobes, twisting his tiny head back and forth, twice left, twice right…over and again…as each limb lightly grazed the sides of his face…
…next, the thing cackled in some hidden language, only decipherable by One from that ancient strain…” chk, chKK, sSeeAsrwsyt ut, UutTreer, dtch, duhuchyth…”
still, the man just looked at it, perplexed…cocking his head side to side…
with a puzzled face, the thing tried again, this time with a variation on his native tongue…   ” Vah Shklehhiej, YIIMAab…zxzyz?…
the man looked into it’s ever-shifting left eye, as the right one didn’t move at all…then said, ” what are you saying?…ziksezz?? i don’t understand…”…
the thing scrunched up it’s face as it assimilated his language…and the man heard Curly Howard…he said, ” OOoooh…why didn’t you say so boopie??…what’s yOUr name?…I’m Jonah. ”
He stared in quiet disbelief, as slowly his seemingly disembodied hand came up to rub at his left eye…then the right…
then he said, ” Jonah?…ok., where am i Jonah?…” the bug shifted his whole body around in segments under himself, while he talked through his smile without ever once moving his head. He smiled even bigger now…” well, you’re in my house, i grabbed you when you fell. ”
He looked just to the left of Jonah, behind him on the wall was a painting of fruit in a…

” sideways?…” …wooden bowl, perched at the right-corner of an elaborate dinner table; folded napkins, shining Chinaware…and a sneaker…a Nike, attached to an ankle…then a calf, mangled, broken off and bloody, serated at the top…and spilling it’s cranberry sauce out onto the bleached-white tablecloth!…
He nervously looked back at Jonah and stammered, ” Wh,…what’s tha, thaat?…”…..pointing limply with his index finger, moving his whole wrist…
Jonah looked behind him, then turned back to him and said, “…oh that?…eh, nothin’ for you to worry about dude…He was a Satanist…i killed him for Gahd!…( laughing as he trailed off…)…i even fried him in hot-sauce so he’d feel right at home…or just to prove a point i guess…you know…” Frank’s…i put that shhhii…” HEY man Come on…
” iit…” the man’s jaw dropped……oh K…so you’re ” on…”  gonna kill me?… ” ev-ree-thinng…” staring right through the man’s skull…
{ FAKE NARRATOR WHO IS CURRENTLY TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS SPEAKS TO THE AUDIENCE…}
[ choose storyline #1 to have the creature kill the man…or storyline B to let him live…]

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…we hear the trumpeted fanfare of King Arthur’s court…
{ NARRATOR SPEAKING THROUGH A MOUTHFUL OF DROOL AND BBQ SAUCE…}
[ oop, oops…ho-daw folksh, wum sheckmm……( searching frantically for a nakkin ) …..
ok…
have you ever have…’ uh-sorry…take 2…’ –
[( action! )]
( all smarmy and breathy-crooner-like…) Have you ever had, the sudden urge to kill someone?…it’s ok to admit it…we’re not gonna tell…because for the next thirty minutes, if you call the number flashing at the bottom of your screen, you could win a prize…an all expense paid trip to Guyana…that’s right Guyana, where you’ll play Jim Jones in the next religious cleansing…don’t worry, not too many lines to remember, just sit there all pilled-out and convince everyone how, truly thirsty they are…thirsty for the
” Cruel-aid of God…”…lets face it…we’re overdue…how long’s it been? Applewhite?…Koresh?…you could be a starrrr……” …back to you Frank…THANK you Don…
( and the music segue’s into Billy the Mountain…….)
( the lights fade…then come back quickly…)
we hear the theme song from the Benny Hill show saxing as a water dragon chases a dung beetle around the front yard in fast-forward, slapping him on the head over and over again in rapid succession…[ oh, kinda like a fast blow-job…a rapid suck-session…get it??:) ]…..
( smiling wide, eyes darting side to side…)
[ hello?….HEH lo…
hmmm….
anyway, back to the story…]
( mumbling…)
…….Jonah shook his head slowly side to side…( looking up at the ceiling, as if responding to the hallucinating narrator’s sense of dry humor…) …then looking back down again, said, ” nooo, i’m not gonna kill you…” …

{[( …thanks to little Timmy White of Dacron, Ohio…check the mail in a few days Tim, your prize was mailed out this morning buddy!!…thanks and have a good time…with her…….hee-hee-hee…just kidding all you Moms out there…)]}
Jonah continued, “…i’m not gonna, but, my wife doesn’t care who may want to save you, or guide your path…” …

then he stopped for a moment…and asked, ” so…what’s ya name anywayz…”
the man looked back up at him and looked into his eyes and eyes and eyes…
and finally said, ” spot. “…
Jonah laughed, and cheerily said, ” funny…but, serious yo…she’d straight-up step on yuh face to crush yuh head in-tuh dust and quiverin’ jelly in a broken shell…and when yuh laying there dying, she’ll swoop you up and toss what’s left-uh yuh to the cats…see?…that’s why i picked you up off-ah the floor and put you up here, nothin’ much, just some cotton in a padded-cell, but…like i said…”…he reminded him again,
” you just stay out of huh way…the less she knows of you the bettuh, for both of us, believe me!…i’ve seen huh in action…she’s…let’s just say when it comes to bugs in the house she’s very…thorough.
The man paused as his face got smaller…and he said, in a Southern drawl, sticking out his chin a bit…”…buuug?…”…
Jonah stopped swirling above…or…under him, and looked him deadpan eyes to eyes…

” you fer real bud?…yeah, bug. You-ah an insect of the vilest stock, no redeeming value, save the mint-paste your kind emits when tightly squeezed over a hot cup uh erbil tea…” …..( he looked away longingly as if he suddenly desired a cup himself…)…

the man blurted, ” WHHAAAATT?…are YOU fer fuckin’ reeeal?…C’mon…really?…”
…Jonah twitched his right eyes twice in a row and smiled slightly unhinged at him…

” yeah, dude! I’m fer FUckin’ real. Guaran FUckin’ TEED of thAt!…( leaning in a bit too close…)
( then backing away slightly…) But…yoar the luckiest somunabitch that ever did live and breathe let me tell you!…you see my little chickadee…you are so lucky because if you’d fell the day before yesterday, you’d be in my tea right now…i’ve had a change uh haht concerning my favorite faiuh…YOU! ”
The man sighed, ” …Huh?!…what do you mean exactly?…you’re not gonna kill me?…And, you wanna be my friend? ”
Jonah smiled and swirled his body around in a tight crunch like a maggot rolling over on his fat belly…” slow down Pard…let’s take it one stage…err…hee-hee…one step, at-a time…           ( chuckling…)…one sTEp at a time… ”
the man looked up and smirked confused, “…o.k., that works…”…

then the man added, ” don’t take me wrong pal, i’m glad for what you done, it’s not so bad up there…i just miss my Ginny is all…”…
Jonah said, ” i understand bruhthuh, yoar fine, don’t worry…just no more sneaking off and slidin’ down the wall…” …he looked down with his eyebrows gently angled at him and had a Fatherly grin all over his shifting face…and love in every last one of his eyes…
the man was taken aback…” how…..how did…you, i…i only, imagined doing that…i mean…i stayed in the bed the whole time…how’djou?…
Jonah had a blank look for a second, then smiled huge…( suddenly from sunny Califor-NIE-Yay )…
” ohhh!!! deuwde…i forgot bro, you’re not from here…see, here it’s all telepathy…mostly anyway…
( now from higher Connecticut ) …yewken still say werrds and they’ll transform on their own into whateverett is thachou desirre…action and thought are one and the same here…let’s say…ok, picture this…right?…( now from Rockland, MA. ) …ok, you reach up tuh scratch-yuh nose, and at the same time yuh thinkin’ about cookin’ up-a, BIG old greasy, bad fuh you, pound uh BAkin…VOILA…you get a zit on yuh-nose from the thought-uv all that grease and the mental image of yuh finguh-tip touchin’ yuh-nose…right exactly where you touched it…”
He looked amazed and said, ” no way…” ( smiling a little…)…
Jonah ( now from no-wa’uh in pahtick-yulah ) reassured him, ” oh yeah, yup. ok, let’s see…alright, you’re eating a slice of cheese pizza…”
the man says, ” yeah?…”
Jonah held out only four arms in front of him…hands and fingers pointing up…

” now see?…you have a plain pizza…and you’re enjoying it…
suddenly someone mentions the rain…next time you take a bite, ( he pulls his arms in to take a bite, and is disappointed…frowning for effect…) …it’s drenched…”…
the man looked slowly away at the t.v., flickering in the background…
then said with a half-smile, ” so i’m drinkin’ coffee…and on t.v., someone pukes???…”
Jonah nodded his head yes a few times, and said, ” see?…you ain’t so dumb…yup, large regular, cream and extra sugar with a turbo shot-uh bile…
comin’ right…( his voice rising with the puke…) uuuup!…( laughing …) …yummie for my three tummies…”
the bewildered man let his head plop back down on his make shift pillow and smiled thinking of the endless possibilities…then said, ” ok. so how do you do it?…why isn’t one guy eating a car-crash with his french-toast and eggs?…or another guy fucking his wife, suddenly he’s bowling her down the lane???…”
Jonah laughed, ” Ha-Ha!!…you don’t even know how funny that is bud…oh man it was brutal!!!…you shoulda seen it…at first…entire buildings covered with pepperoni slices and crusty burnt cheese…it was beautiful man ( wiping a tear…) …my friend was home-brewing some oatmeal stout…we looked and there were literally thousands of dead sea-monkeys floating on the wort…
all the rest were definitely drunk, and the revelry was embarrassing for some…liberating for others…
all in all, we learned a lot about each other…then, there were the street-walking girls, with their reverse-skin, and their reproductive organs tumbling out of them and floating up to the sky in a parade of papaya rinds and half-lit cigars…” …he watched the look on Jonah’s face go from wide-smile-nostalgic to bland-faced memorabilia…

The man asked…” why did you save me?…”
Jonah shifted uneasily behind himself again, before coming to a short stop on the wall next to the Cezanne knock off…
” See this?…”…the man said, ” yeah?…”
( Jonah absent-mindedly took his tendril and brushed it wearily across his shape-shifting face…) …

” ok, well the banquet table represents this mortal coil…every living thing is fated to die…slated to endure the shock of leaving the life we’ve become so very accustomed to…you follow?…”
the man shrugged his shoulder like, ” der, what’s the big secret to it all…that’s it? ” and he echoed his own thoughts aloud, ” that’s it?…”…
Jonah said, ” yeah…that’s it…if you hadn’t crawled in here yesterday, my new leaf would’ve never turned…that’s it. ” …
the man asked, ” new leaf? how do you mean?…”
Jonah looked just to the left of the man’s shoulder at the picture of his proud Father, standing next to Jonah in his graduation gown , and throwing his hat into the air……
and he said, ” see?…life is…( hmmm…) um…hold on…what’s your name, your real name………you never told me…”
the man laughed, ” …oh yeah…it’s Ento…” …to which Jonah raised his eyebrows and said, ” oh…En-tooo…okaaaayyyyy…” ( looking away with a grin…)
He lowered his head a little and bunched up his face into a vague smirk, ” yeah, Endicoathe Naomi Tewilliger Oranthal the third…that ok with you!?…”…
Jonah raised his shoulders a bit, like ” hey sure, sure…whatever…” …

then said, ” …well…’ Ento ‘ ( over-exaggerating the O with his mouth…), life is short. Yeah, i could’ve already crunched your feet or maybe your legs into my mandibles…and let you live, watching you scutter and proam at the mouth as life sputters from you…
or even nibbled out your eyes, and slowly scraped off your face with my knuckles…or aimed a focus’d point of light at you, burning away your shell and frying you inside your own skin…..or even…”…..
” OK!!! ok, i get it…” the man said, ( smiling up at him…)
Jonah stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the tiny bug-man…he smiled and shrugged, ” yeah…you’re right…got carried away for a second there…”
the man chuckled, ” no problem…hee-hee…i was gettin’ worried for a sec tho…like where’d you go all of a sudden?….” …
Jonah laughed like the day Emily made him a collage of all his concert footage…everywhere his hard-core gangsta rap band ” Insecticyde ” played…in little cut-out scraps and newspaper clippings…
reflecting on the memory of her proud face…he said, ” sorry pal…”
the man just smiled up at him and was about to say, ” no prob dude…” when suddenly Jonah turned his entire body around to the right, covering Ento with the tail end of his body…hiding him so his wife couldn’t see as she flitted around the tiny kitchen…
Jonah called out, ” hey honey, everything ok?…”…turning back to wink at his friend…
She replied in a tired voice, littered with the guts of all the many previous invaders…
” yeah, just tired babe…”…and she did sound bogged down with the weight of all those hapless souls, forever creaking and clicking their buggestions and beesires…to a deaf ear with a rolling pin, tapping her foot impatiently, and waiting to crunch their heads into mint cream for her loving husband’s tea after a hard day at the mill…
then she playfully asked, ” how ya feelin’?…” …all 50’s greaser, twerlin’ huh haiyah, snapping huh gum and blowin’ a bubble, while Biff enthusiastically Beat on the Brat…

Jonah heard a bug chorus, singing in perfect harmony, ‘ bum, chicka wah wahhh…’ …

{ NARRATOR TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS DOES HIS BEST TO EXPLAIN TO ALL THE NICE PEOPLE THAT THIS NEXT PART, MIGHT BOTHER THEM, OR GET THEM HOT AND BOTHERED…any children, under the age of 57 should probably leave the room…

…………………they gone??……………………………………………………………..ok. }

…he looked down at the bottom of his thorax and watched as his center bulged with swollen tendons and rippling ligaments, stretching into a long, thick probe for her mouth and hind-flanks…he could feel exactly what she was thinking…and so could the man…he drifted off on a cloud and watched as Jonah’s wife deep-throated the longest, fattest proboscis he had ever seen…and he thought to himself…” she got talent!!!…dammm…”…..
he turned to Ento and said, ” dude…” ( smiling ear to ear…) Ento raised one eyebrow and looked at him all proud, nodding his head quickly to the side, like…
” …go…git ‘er buuuuddyy…” and he winked at Jonah as he slithered away and slinked up behind his wife in the kitchen, running six hands up her back, branching off into 18 fingers…( 5 thumbs…)…stroking, and touching and tracing her outline, while at the same time reaching up under her apron to slip his tube inside her hollow and bang her against the stove…while picking her up and spreading his many layers of translucent, paned and portioned wings…floating above her a few feet, he works it in and out of her until she squats and squirts out a ribbon of thick, almost clear fluid…landing in a solid puddle at her feet…
The man could hear her vibrate and shaft all her breathing over to the outside series of valves and gills…lifting herself up and down on his thick probe as it crams in and pulls out of her just right…
she’s twisted over to the right a little as he leans up over her and drills into her fast and hard from behind, just the way she likes it…now he brings his third and fourth hands around to cup her second row of breasts and pinches a few nipples while he’s there…before sliding his other hands down to her case, and gently holding her sheaves open as he slams into her with a constant motion like a pair of shoes in the dryer … boom…boom…boom…boom… that has her ticking and leaking out all her viscous brown goo, sliding down the back of her leg as he grunts and shakes and pulls out his tube and shoots all his cream-filling onto her face and open mouths and tongues…she sucks it while she looks up into his eyes, as if to say, ” like thiiis???…”
they just stay there breathing heavy and holding each other as the last of his proteins blast out into her left hands…
she turns her head slightly backwards and growls…” MMMMMM thank you babe…( licking her fingers…) …that was SOOOgood…”
he kissed the back of her neck and said, ” GOD i love you…” as he’s lining it up at her anyfice, and pushes himself back inside her…
she pushes back against him and says…” mmmmm…love you back…back inside me!…”…
he moans, as more of his coagm slides out the tip of his coaccxx…..slowly he pulls his long probe from her inside chambers one section at a time, and squeezes out some more protein…catching it in his hand and staring at the white peal of it’s pallour…before he can say what he’s thinking, she moves her whole head around and laps it off his fingers…          ” ( smiling satisfied at him…) whaddaya holdin’ out on me?…” …
He groaned and said, ” Uh!! you’re still the hottest female this side of Gipsy babe…

( shaking off his pudgeon and tossing it around in a wide sweeping circle…it starts getting rigid, and extending, one muscle at a time…)…she looks down at it with a hungry swirl of her pink split tongue over her serated jaws, and wordlessly thinks into his mind…” capital idea!!…” …
and goes down to suck on it some more…

Ento was so incredibly turned on by their insex, that he turned so that no one could see and slowly slid his hands down over his smooth, plastic belly and down further to his straight pole……looking around again, he reached lower and pulled out his Dennis…shaking it triumphantly…it was bouncing at the end with all the frustration of a pressure cooker ready to burst…then he started pulling on it and twisting it slightly…watching as some white milk came slipping out of the throbbing holes…
squeezing the tips between his thumbs and first ten fingers…manipulating it in such a way and leaning back slightly with his posterior pushed in as if he were mounting a Katiedid on the pool table at Hanley’s pub and dry-humping her to the music…pulling down her ripped jeans and pushing her back…kissing her slim belly on the way down to her perfect snootch…coming back up to her little clitch…taking it in his mouth he sucks on it gently then swirls his tongue underneath the hood of it…pushing his tongue in toward her qubic bone…then forcing it down into her…burying his face in her wings…she’s moaning loudly in reckless abandon as she remembers, her unimaginative mate doesn’t have a clue as to how to lick anything but his own preening ego…
he sucks and licks and laps her to depletion before even thinking about standing up in front of her and pushing into her as far as she can take…then a little further…then all the way…plounding into her and hearing her squeal her music, like it’s scrounding out of the jukebox…grinding himself into her tight little hole and squeezing her perfect mounds as she growls out all her frustration like a German shepherd and blasts out all of her womanly juices onto his muscular stomach and thick waist…he pushes in and out of her honey-flowing steampot for days upon weeks upon years upon eternity…he rams and jams and slams into her as he gazes into her pretty eyes and recites her favorite poetry, softly into her ear…..
just as he pictured her in his mind smiling up at him with her happy eyes closed and tilting her head a little, he let loose a blast that would’ve scared Cytherea…
he imagined Xzythleen scrunching down to her knees real quick to catch it in her mouth as she bobbed her head in fast, slow out, in fast, slow out…in fast and staying down there ’til she started to choke…then out again, slow on the way up to the top…he grunts like a building swaying in a hurricane as she dutifully catches every shard of his liquid fire all over the back of her mouth and down her slender throat…then she looked up into his eyes…as if to say, ” liiike thaaaat?…”

Slowly the room started to come back into focus, and he was standing there in the middle of his Den…and looking around, swathing his tiny neck left and right trying to clear his mind…and get his bearings…

a few minutes later, he heard scraping noises and clustered movements to his left, so he quickly ducked into the corner and covered his faces with a blanket…
then he heard, ” buuudyyy?…”…he thought to himself, ” Jonah…”…
he looked out slowly over the top of the comforter, then tossed it aside…” hey man, i was scared…”

Jonah slowed his frantic Tourette-like tic, and froze the bottom half of his body, flexing every joint from his rugged mid-section; lean and rippling with sinew, corded like a tight braid…then said, ” scared…scared of what?…”…..snapping it forward like a lid popping to the side from too much steam pressure…”…AAhhh, that’s better…”
the man nodded his head upward a couple times, and asked, ” bad back?…”
Jonah tensed up a little just out of ego-tention drawn by one of his ” maladies ” raising his tinder-stick arms, all laced with a slight cilia, and slick with a thin oil…brushing his hair to the side, ” yYaaaah…it hurts sometimes, but…( whhhooo…) you know, you just kinda deal with it…” ( mocking a pained expression, looking off to the right a bit…) so…( looking back…) scared of what?…”
the man looked down and walked to the edge of his cloud…
As he looked back at the rest of Jonah’s room, he could see other things circling in the background…other…” creatures…” …yet, he was a creature here…so what were they?…

he focused on one of the shapes and tried his hardest to make out some feature or stripe of color he could lock onto…
Jonah noticed his gaze, fixed on something behind him…

he turned slightly and then said, ” oh, that’s my boy Ludwig…he’s a good kid, but between you and me and the flies on the wall…uh, no offense there pal…( winking at him…) …the kid don’t try at nothin’…just sits in his room all day, like a moth on a window sill, wishin’ someone would open it for him…you know?…”
the man nodded his head…” but, he’s out here,…there…now…he seems happy. ”
Jonah remarked, ” yeah, we got KayEff See comin’…( wink…)…so stay up here nestled in your corner, and don’t let Junie see you…o.k.?…cause if her or Wiggy or Rhonny sees you…..
well, just be careful arrite?? ”
He nodded again, ” arrite. ”
” Arrite, i’ll be back in a few…you hungry?…do you guys, eat…what?…what do yous eat anyways…?
” people food…i’m not a bug. Well, at least in my former life i wasn’t. ” he looked up at Jonah and mused, ” Ever read Kafka?…
( smiling…) …this is kinda like that huh?…like I’m Gregor in a world of Gregors who don’t know that i’m really one of them…the non-bug thems i mean…you follow?…”
Jonah raised just two eyebrows and said, “…yeeeeah…um, i gotta…git doww…..( backing up slowly…) i’ll see you in a, whahh…” and he coiled back down toward the center of the room shaking his head, just as his loving wife Emily came dancing into the room twirling side to side in wide half-circle sweeps, ( he’s called her Junie since they first met some thirty-seven years ago in Florida…June 13th to be exact ) she brought out the Colonel’s crack-cocaine on a fancy serving platter with thin faux-gold lamé edges and fanciful scenes of frolicking nymphs, rolling in the grass and nibbling at each other’s virgin wares…
and he leaned back against the billowy bundle under his head with a sigh…” hmph…where the hell am i?…” …he just watched as they enjoyed a hearty meal at the dining-room table, each giddy with the atmosphere of a good, solid family get together and a chance to enjoy a sit-down meal with Mom and Dad …
He thought about his Ginny, and her sickness as of late…wondering if she was o.k., and wishing he could somehow return to her and kiss her damp forehead, gazing into her lovely eyes and gently kissing her cheek…
but first, how to escape here, from this side-show attraction in some rolling circus…

where is Vic Morrow anyway?…

…for now he just watched, as Jonah’s daughter Rhonda Lee finished the joke that had her family so enthralled that they’d held their forks in mid-chew to hear the punch-line…” and she squished out his brains and cooked ’em in a stew!…” she smiled wide and stood up with both arms extended before her like, ‘ all done…’
Emily had to grab her napkin and cover the potatoes that were seconds away from squishing out the sides of her mouth…” EWW!…gross…” …but she was laughing harder than any of them as she tried to carefully swallow the rest of her mouthful…[ naht that she evah has that prahblum hhuh:)?…HUH??…..] …
Jonah laughed heartily, making his tail swish back and forth like an old Harryhausen scorpion…snapping in the air and ready to strike…he said, ” good one Rhonny…how long’it take ya?…” she smiled at him and said, ” i’m not tellin’ , you’ll laugh…”
he stopped smiling and said, ” if you don’t i’m gonna gitcha!…” and he raised up playfully, threatening to run around the table after her…” she screamed in a high shrill laugh and took off into the kitchen…
then, not a minute later, as he sat there chuckling, she brought out a fully lit birthday cake…and started up the whole gang in singing for him…
” Haaaaappy Biiiiirthday to you…haaapy biiirthday to you…happy birthday deeeeear daaaaa-aaaaaaad…you smell like my poooooo…” …then she bowed sightly, swiping three or four of her left legs behind her like a curtsy…” thank you, thank you…” she was grinning ear to ear, and nodding her head wildly like Angus Young…” …as they all laughed…

” here Daddy, happy birthday…” she kissed him on the cheek as he looked down at the dung pie, with wax and grub-guts frosting…
he turned around in his seat to hug her and lightly kiss her on the forehead…” thank you Rhonda Lee…you’re a good daughter, you make your Dad proud you know?…” she smiled proudly back at him… standing close next to him, they did their Dad and Daughter handshake, which they called the ‘ Merry Thomas…’ …over the years, they had perfected it into a couple of tight, quick, gestures that unfolded the whole sequence, and frankly had you staring at their continuity and waiting for one of them to mess up and have to start over again… first the open sets of hands, not connecting on the first pass, but connecting with the second, in a series of sideways slaps, then the brushing together of each set of palms in such precise sequence, you were doing the calculus in your head…then the closed fists gently butting together before opening again to lock every second set of thumbs and bring in a four-mouth kiss on the hands for each, her then him…
the entire effect was heart-wrenching to an author/narrator who admires their closeness and desires to enjoy it with his own offspring…
then he said, ” i love you darrrlin’…” …..
she got teary-eyed, and pouted, ” i love you too Dad…( sniffling…) we almost lost you…

I was sO sad…Wiggy too…we cried EVrynight ’til you came home. ”
He hugged her even tighter and kissed her hard on the cheek…” i missed you guys too!…the whooooole time i was gone.
In fact, if it wasn’t for your Grandmother and Aunt Cada-( his sister Cicada Lee…) your Mom wouldn’a been able to come all the way in-tuh Mosston see me…she would’ve had to bring you guys…and besides it was better that you guys didn’t see me when i was all banged up…i saw pictures of my head and face afterwards and even i got upset…it was genuinely disturbing…huh, hon?!…” he twisted his neck toward the kitchen for her answer…Emily said in a far away voice…” yeah babe, let’s change the subject ok?…i can’t think of you all banged up like that…ICE CREEEAM anybody???…” Rhonda went cart-wheeling her many legs out behind her, and twirling her fork behind her back, threw it up in the air like a baton-girl in a parade…twisting around quickly to catch it again…then enthusiastically entered the kitchen asking…” what kind?…”

Suspended in his prison shelter, the dejected man could take no more…he turned roughly onto his right side and squashed his eyes shut, hoping to just fall asleep and wake up next to Gin and hear her quietly snoring as he traced her silhouette with his loving eyes…transfixed, he’s lost in thought as Jonah slips up close and whispers…

” you ok buddy?…dude, i brought you some scraps…hey…”
the man pretended to sleep…” uggaggusshnsnaassuhn…” …mumbling in his                          ” dream-state ” …..
…so Jonah put the pieces of biscuit and crumbs of fried-chicken batter on the table of webbing to the rear-left corner of the man’s room and Fatherly petted him on the side of his head with his feather-soft tendril, gently brushing the coarse black bangs from his eyes…
the man didn’t turn over, but only opened his eyes and stared at the wall in front of him, following the cottage-cheese texture of the finish…thinking of Gin and her fingers, the way they would caress his temples, rubbing in light-circles, whenever he would get one of his famous, side-splitting headaches. He could be down for three, four days at a time, wracked with blinding pain and sinking more and more into their soft mattress, as she worked her magic…even after volunteering at the library all day, then going to the music store to teach piano to the teens and curious adults, who Thoreau-ly enjoyed her approach to the arts and the way she would emphasize the importance of literature, poetry, music, nature and art in general, to be used as panacea for the soul…
now she was sick, and he couldn’t help her at all. It made him sad…he only wanted to somehow contact her and tell her that he loves her and misses her and, has…apparently morphed into some kind of insect, who is ever increasingly becoming more and more hideous to even the bugs themselves…would she even want him in this new, grotesque form?…his only true love…the only She who would…who could, ever understand him and his modus operandi…his glancing skew of a take on life and humanity, she got him…first time…no need to ingratiate himself upon her tolerance as he’d had to do with countless other mates. She understood what makes him tick and the reason for his quiet revelations, with his head cocked to the side as he stopped in mid-sentence to inwardly grasp his genius beckoning to him once again…she would only smile and wave her hand playfully at him, ” skee-daddle…” with a wink, signifying her o.k.ness with his slaving the rest of the night away in his study…she’d still knock lightly every few hours and check in with some hot black coffee and a few white-chocolate covered pretzels…before turning to leave again, kissing him on the forehead, and returning to the kitchen to finish dinner…
He returned to the present moment, just as Jonah was backing away from him to relish the warmth of his family hearth…
and letting out a little contented hiss with his retreat…
” ok bud, see you in a while…”
He laid there for a moment or two before drifting off to real sleep…dreaming he had Virginia in his arms again, they walked kicking the foamy surf from their happy toes…smiling, hand in hand as they became one with the sunset…
it seemed like only yesterday that she became hopelessly ill, stuck to her mattress for weeks while the virus that was slowly killing her did it’s job and coursed through her like some poison milk, slitting her veins as it traveled through them on the way to her dying heart…he stayed by her side constantly, even ignoring his revelations and impetus until they’d become unbearable and he’d allow himself some relief by jotting down his most important notes on scraps of paper while she slept soundly, yet wheezingly…sputtering in the cancered lung like a small motor held underneath the surface of bath water, sending out little bubbles in it’s wake…
he pored over her everyday, after work. He’d leave early sometimes just to get home through the rush-hour traffic…
even getting yelled at by his boss, to which he replied, ” fuck you, fuck your company, fuck you again…fire me if you don’t like it…if you still don’t like it FUCK YOU!!! flipping the guy off with his middle finger pressed up against his ” supervising “…nose hard enough to mash it over to the side and push his glasses up just so he knew that he meant fucking business…and he got up from their ” meeting…” and headed for the door…

his boss said, ” you’re right. ( gently rubbing his throbbing nose…and replacing his specs ) …go. Do what you have to do. If you still want to come back, call me when you’re ready…
i was a jerk. I hope Em’s ok…”
The man turned back around and walked over to Fred’s busy desk and held out his hand…saying through tears, ” shake pal…” …Fred extended his hand…
then watched him go…

He didn’t return for the rest of that Spring. Or even Summer…by Winter, her condition worsened as they said it would, only it took shape as the sinister cousin of an illness inside of her, hand in hand with the tumor which now almost completely blocked the top of her right lung and was growing a sapling in the left one…on top of all that, she developed an uncontrollable habit of spewing projectile nosebleeds which would ejaculate up and out, stretching two to three feet and flushing down in an avalanche of red over her resting legs and hips before she could do anything to stop it…
he’d come into the room and see her covered gut to foot in blood.
The first time he witnessed the bounding crimson river, he cried out for her…                         ” NNoooooooooo Ginnnn…honey what happened?…” as he roughly climbed into the bed with her hugging her so tight she couldn’t breathe…struggling to catch her breath she fell into a severe coughing fit which spewed forth another torrent of blood, sperming down over her lips, chin and throat as he watched helplessly…and said, ” did, i… just do that to you?…” and he backed away in horror at what he could be doing to her, with his bad aura…
she tried to say ” no ” …it wasn’t you, but choked on some blood-spit and gagged a little before puking to the left into her basket…
he ran out of the room crying for her, convinced that he was only hurting her more each day…
He ran straight for the liquor cabinet and pulled down the bourbon, hoping beyond hope he could swilldrown her poor face from his mind…

( floating just to the left of his misery, we see him over the round of his shoulder, he’s facing away from us…)
He has an image stuck in his head… that of an insect…with slight feathers or hairs, and scales so intricate in their random patterns, as they radiate outward like a fractal image…the limber body, flexed and raised with sinewy muscle and tight greenish/blue flesh with a tinge of gray, outlined with a faded orange/yellow…it’s eyes shifting constantly…the tongue came barrelling out and would swoosh to the left, draw back in…then come out again, swooshing to the right…the tail, constantly curling under him had slight bumps tracing up the length of it, quartered with dabs of red, and undulated like heavy breathing under a blanket
He noticed a vague familiarity in it’s eyes…an image of a man…wondering…gazing upward into the face of a greater man…a God…only the man IS the God…
the God is an insect…the man is…….

He wakes up screaming, ” GiiiiiiiiiiiNNNNYYYYY…..” and he’s sobbing in his sleep…
Jonah hears him, and puts down his book – Ovid’s ” Metamorphoses ” or transformations…and he rushes up to the man’s corner…
” hey bud…you ok…sh, sh, shhh…hey Bunkie…you had a bad dream…you ok?…”
the man turned over, looking up at Jonah like, ” UGH i’m still here?…”
then said, ” yeah, about my wife…she’s dying and it’s all my fault…”…he tossed the blanket aside…
Jonah turned around quick, and said, ” shh…hold on real quick…” before floating back toward his livingroom…
Then he returned, ” ok…thought i heard Em…sooo, do you wanna tell me what happened?……”
the man looked down at his feet…and feet…and…feet?…” ummm…whatthafUCKIISSSHAPPENNNINNG??!!!…”
Jonah tried to stifle his startled shriek, like putting your finger over a pin-hole in a balloon…
from below they heard, ” Jonah?…Jonah…please come here…”
He looked at the man who was still staring at his many new appendages and said,                  ” ( whispering very loudly…) way ta go dICKhead!!….”
and he finally looked up, and watched as the creature whizzed away in a flash, then only seconds later he was at the kitchen table again, sitting calmly, grading his student’s entomology exams as she entered the room…” Jonah?…honey?? ( now she’s through the door…) honey did you hear that?…”
He looks over at her, ” what dear?…did i hear what?…”
she looked exasperated…( throwing not a question, but, more of a quick statement…)……..” YOOOUUU didn’t just hear what i heard…..”
he smirked a little, ” babe…just tell me o.k.?…i don’t know what you’re asking…”
she held her breath for a few seconds, fuming…wringing her hands and rising up and down on her feet…
then she turned away quickly and ran up the wall, darting across the cabinets and bursting through the kitchen/livingroom door…” UGH…ARRRGGHHH!!!…”
he half-laughed and said, ” baaabe what is it…” and then winked up at the mansect in the corner…
she came back into the kitchen, and said only, ” ok…whatever…” and she turned to the sink to phlegm the clean dishes and put them away…
he winked his many eyes back at Jonah, his new friend…and he thought, ” well, he did say let’s take it one stage at a time…or was it step…”
…then he started repeating the phrase, comparing it each time to the prior…” one step at a time…one stage at a time……step…stage…step…stage…step…stage…”…
He seemed stuck like a vinyl record skipping…

Jonah raised the right side of his face, like ” shut up buuuddyy!!!…Emily was doing the dishes not two feet away from Jonah, so there was no way he’d be able to stop her…..
she tossed the spit-rag on the counter, and drank the rest of her ” bug-juice…”……he shrunk into himself a bit…
the man had stopped clicking up there for a few seconds…she found more plates in the t.v. room, and brought them to the sink complaining under her breath…bursting through the door, “…i’m gettin’ priddy ( BOOM )uckin’ sick of it! no help around here…friggin’ dishes in the friggin’ sink and bugs…Bugs!!…”
…she swirled her head around sweeping it to the left and listening…

/” …………”\    …??
…then swoosh…she swept to the right and cocked her head to the side…

/” …………”\    …??
and she gave out a big grunt, snuffling through her prob…and curling it in a show of readiness…or a battle-cry…to reach the ears or cilia of each and every bug within miles of their stately manor…

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He sat there in his ” chair ” shuddering like a set of blinds in the wind and thought about Ginny, and Steph…and just wanted to see their faces…even if he Was a hideous creature now…he was still her husband…and Steph’s Father…and what about little *___*?

He stood and went to the edge…and pissed
He didn’t see Jonah, or his wife…no kids…” hmmm…”…he looked over at the kitchen door…( his door not theirs )…and decided to make a break for it…

thinking, ” They’re nice people and all…but Gin needs me…bug, human…whatever. she needs me. ” …
With that mantra echoing through his tiny brain, he tucked his sextant back into it’s sheath, and slowly leaned forward a bit to scan the room under him…then upon looking left to right three times, decided that it was time…his first mistake was not looking down by his right feet, and not seeing the end table with the last three issues of Poets and Writers sitting there…
he tripped over the bluzzy table and watched as this month’s issue floated up and fell away, down into their livingroom…swifting left and right like the lightest feather, twirling like a white furry ballerina leaping into Baryshnikov’s arms…before he parades her around, effortlessly suspending her above his head with one hand and dance/walking to the opposite side of the stage…..
He shrunk all stealthy against the wall…in his head he could hear the Art of Noise playing the theme from Peter Gunn…
he waited some more, then slid to the right a few feet…now he could see their kitchen door…it was closed so he wouldn’t have any notice if somebody came through it…
pausing for a moment, he decided once and for all that he had nothing to lose…and he stared down at his rows of feet, saying under his breath, ” hope you guys can keep it together…”
then he looked down at the door one final time and let out a big sigh…still being careful to not enunciate any actual thoughts, just move…
From the bedroom, Jonah heard a quick, teensy little squeak just after the man sighed…but thought nothing of it…and rolled back toward the center of their bed…
reaching over to stroke the bangs from her eyes as she slept.

He waited, then tossed himself hard into the wall, pressing into it like he was the paint…
rounding the corner, he could see the kitchen door…he took a quick second to look back and couldn’t hear a sound…not a peep, no air, no brushing of Rhonda’s pretty little feet, with her toe-nails painted pink, or her mis-matched socks swabbing the floor…nothing…
He turned his head back left towards the corner, and in three sluggish, corkscrew jerks of his entire body, he pointed himself that way…but he still couldn’t see or hear anything. He decided to go for it…he was already on the floor and didn’t have far to go…so he turned back three jerks to the right, and moved towards the doorway…
when suddenly, he felt a strong whooosh of air and backed into himself a mile or two…looking up at the coils and legs and legs and legs and thorax…and finally…the angry face of Jonah’s wife…harmonizing with himself flawlessly…in a voice of helium and N-Sync he screamed in a loose tremolo, ” SHIIIT>>> ” …….
he scurried as fast as his heavy clumsy shell would take him…but he just kept scraping his rows of useless legs along the slippery floor…finally, he scrambled backwards just in time to dodge the digibook version of the Centi-pedia website…held tightly in her killing hand, and moving towards him…
He remembered seeing a maggot on his counter, back in regular world…and it tightened up it’s body and rolled to the side to move, because it was so full of burnt barbequed-potatoes and season-salted hamburger with too much black pepper…
he rolled just in time to feel the rush of air blast next to his face, and watched in horror as the Ibrary missed his head by millimeters and left a dent in the soft wood of the floor……
Rolling leg over leg over leg and twisting his body to and fro, he desperately tried to rock back the other way and scoot quickly over toward the throw-rug…” if i can just duck under that…”
success!!!…he pitched himself down through the narrow spaces between the slats of knotty-pine…he dove down through the frame and swam up toward the cellar…leveling off then spiking his body down towards the attic…
turning around quick to see her distended eye-shaft follow him into the recesses and cracks in his temporary asylum…
The man backed slowly into his haven…peeking out under the love-seat to spy her whereabouts…
he could see Jonah at the table, nervously looking up at her standing inches away from the nest and frantically searching for ” that little maggot…”
and the man thought only to himself…” glad she didn’t see me duck in here…”
suddenly her head turned his way…he shrunk his whole body down and pressed into the wall…
He believed Jonah was correct when he said, ” when it comes to killing bugs, she’s very…thorough…”…..
his skinned crawled…he looked down at a microscopic wisp of a larva crawling happily up his arm…
he stared at it making it’s way slowly up his forearm, tickling through all his hairs one by one…he laughed under his breath…
and said, ” ( softly…) hey bud…wanna be my new friend?…” …and he watched as it turned slightly as if responding to his vibrations…and bowed it’s head slightly, almost touching his skin…then it raised itself up on its mighty strong front legs…holding…holding……
suddenly it jumped right at his eyebrows and crawled across his forehead…
he laughed a little too loud and saw Jonah’s shoulders go up …
he whispered, ” sorry…” …..and he said under his breath, and half with his mind…” what’s your name?…”
he just looked for a few seconds…then he heard a frail, thin, sorta squiggly voice, ” i’m Gerald…”
he smiled so happily…and he projected his own name to his new friend…
it said, ” ohhh…nice Irish name huh?…”
the man told him in a vibration of burnt-orange…” yup…Irish…French-Canadian…Greek…Portuguese…and Wampanoag Indian…kind of a mutt i guess…” …..
the little smiling eyes and big round clown nose suspended on his eyelash laughed in a very high quiet squeak……( think Willy Whistle before puberty…)
and the man said, ” l like you Gerald…i needed a friend and you were there all of a sudden…
HEY!!…you could be my Friday??…or…you could be my Crusoe…either way little buddy…” …..
he was grinning ear to ear, and thought of the Skipper calling Gilligan, ” little buddy…”…he drifted on the memory of the cast and crew of the S.S. Minnow…their travails on the unpredictable open sea…and consequently, their ship-wreck on that tiny island. Also the way that they were so self-sufficient…thanks to the Prof…smart dude!…

[ Yeah, and they were all-so horny!…thanks Ginger…and Mary Ann…and…..dare i write it? YUP! i dare…….Mrs. Howell!!! Damn…she was smokin!…

…Come on, you never??, ya kno…i always imagined her taking out her teeth and…] {[…awright…awright…that’s enough…get back to it Bubbie…]} { ok, back to the script everyone……}

}( 3…..2……and??…..){

Gerald cooed a little, nestling under his neck, hiding in the scruff of Ento’s wispy chin hair…nudging him with his forehead out of appreciation and genuine love…
He carefully moved over to the far wall, and could see into Jonah’s livingroom…he moved his whole head around to his other shoulder, and watched through the huge bay window…above…….below him, as the clouds went rushing past in a high-speed reverse frame…
sitting on the ceilingfloor he gently closed his eyes and drifted to sleep…hoping she couldn’t get to him…
He had a dream that he brought Gerald home to meet Ginny…and he called out…
” hey Giiin?….Gin you home honey?…”
then he mumbled to his new friend…wait til you meet her…she’s gonna love you…..
she pushed through the bedroom door, coming, in from…the kitchen…but, couldn’t…get, the door to …BUDGE!!!…whheeeeew…
she said through the wall, ” babe?…you in there?…i can’t get in…” …
He looked over at the door from in the room and said, ” there’s…nothing, inthe way?….um…try again??…”
He turned to Gerald and whispered, ” weeeeeirrrd…”
she tried again, but clearly there was something up against the door from the other side…she could ” see the top of the doooooor, bending iiiiiinward…but the bottom had, something stopping it?…”
she thought about it for a second…then she laughed, ” ohhhh…i get it. ( giggling…and singing her words ) okaay babe, back away from the do-o-orrr…so i can…comeiiinnn…”
He stood dumbfounded in the middle of the empty room…his arms went slowly to his sides and his smile faded, as he tried to comprehend what the hell was stopping her from just coming in the damn door!…
He walked over to it and opened it easily for her…
as it creaked open, he could see the far wall of the kitchen, right up close to his face…and he snapped his head in a little, like, ” what the hell was that?!!…”
conversely, when she approached the opening door, all she saw were thousands upon thousands of cockroaches, all with Ento’s confused and shiffling face…scattering everywhere and trying to escape the room…flooding out from the top of the bedroom doorway…her screams were dampened by the stampede…as they were blasting a hundred-thousand legs at a time out onto the kitchen walls and up toward the ceiling…disappearing into each and every nook and cranny…notching the attic floor-boards as they burst through the livingroom ceiling tiles…heading up to the eaves…and finding the plumbing so they can all cram into the walls…

In that exact instant, he and Ginny both woke up screaming…only, he didn’t cover himself in a wave of crimson…..instantly Jonah was there covering his little lips and trying to nudge him awake…
” ( whisper shouting…) heeeyy!!!…duuude!!!???….hey quiet ya big dummy…..jeeeez…”
He opened his eyes and looked up at Jonah, like ” you again?…”
Jonah’s eyes were northsoutheastwest all at once, then he was looking updowndownup at him with his eyebrows angled sharp and he had his top arms crossed while the bottom rows of digits were fanning back and forth, smallest to biggest…then back the other way

the man said, ” ugh!… sorry…i was dreaming of her again…” Jonah said, ” Ginny huh?…”
the man said, ” yeah…i just wanna get the fuck out of here…don’t take me wrong pal, like i said, i’m glad for what you done, i just miss my sweet little Virginia Marie…”…
Jonah said, ” yeah, well…my sweet little Emily Drucilliia was right here looking for you man!!!…that was too fucking close…..did you forget your Thorazine?? ” …( zeen, zeeeen, zeeeeeeeeen, n, n, nn, nnnnn, nnnnnnnnnnnn……..echoing, building into the roar of an airplane just overhead and the fading tale-whistle it emits….) …

[ We watch as a heavily drugged man sees his own reflection in a hazy mirror and brings his medicated hand up to clear away the on drew cilia from his eyes…seemingly drawn there with some kind of feathery mascara…covering his face in a mossy field of useless skin…and meaningless emotion, scalding him as slowly and surely as a crack-torch up and down your bare leg cause you can’t pay up…..
in his mind he sees the fading image of his Mother, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead on his first day of second grade…then it switches to him stepping down off the porch at his Ex-marine Dad’s house, ready to go to war in his proud, tight, current marine uniform…

he shuffles, tentatively aiming for across the room…and turns all wobbly, then leans back in his hard plastic chair, at the top-left corner of the t.v. room, next to the plaid couch with all the gang symbols scratched into it’s wooden armrests…and puts his cup-uh-Joe on the table to his right…looking down he sees his D-ward ankle socks through the Thorazine haze which has become his face, and he brings a hand to his faraway mouth to dry the waterfall, swimming down the front of his shirt…he drifts and notices a tiny wisp of a creature on his eyelash…

Ento snapped awake…swimming through the residue of thick slumber…with his back tight to the wall, he sees a face imprinted on his mindscape…

a familiar looking man, in a hospital gown, and a Rudimentary Peni – ‘ Cacophony ‘ shirt…drooling into a cup of coffee…
shaking off the image, he turns his head to the right…He sees her eyes, angry and swirling all around outside his cubby-hole…he darts to the opposite side of the tiny space…skipping in place a few times before lunging out across the slight divide…
she tried pushing her face through the crack in the woodfloorceiling, and was doing her best to squash her vision tubes through as well…wriggling them in through the tight network of Escherian mazes and shaking them a bit to get in even further…still, she couldn’t see past the corner to her immediate right!!!…
she grunted and gave off a severe high-pitched alarm that had Jonah yelling, ” BABE!!! honey you ok?…”…she contorted her entire face to the right and grunted a blast of steamy air that blew back the hairs on the man’s arms…and almost dislodged him from his hideaway…he had to quickly grab Gerald before he was blown from his neck…he put him in his third pouch for safe keeping, petting the pocket gently as he closed it up again, leaving just a crack of space so the little guy could breathe……
He dug in with his finger-tip suction cups, and gasped for anything but the air of her stale breath…..
he stood there waiting for her to go…and he found himself thinking in a sort of bouncy, chimey, unfamiliar voice…” …thoughts make actions here……”
Jonah’s eyes blasted open straight from his dream made flesh…and in his mind he screamed, ” NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…” he bolted up straight in bed trying to unfog his face and head, before throwing the heavy blankets to the left and jumping from the bed to the right in one leap…
…as Endicoathe closed his eyes and pictured her tripping over her own feet, he smiled at the sheer comedic value of her not realizing that he’d tied her laces together when she turned away…
he followed her with his hundred eyes…and looked out his slotted haven at her turning slowly, then losing her balance as his smile faded and he yelled, ” HEEEYYY!!! looookouuuuuutt……” too late, she was already into the fall, smashing her head and the corner of her pretty face on the edge of the coffee table…
breaking the glass and gouging out four of her beautiful green/red-hazel eyes, spilling them onto the front of her sun-flowered apron…leaving a scooped-out crater across her forehead and down across her nose……

he looked to the left, straining to see her on the floor, and saying aloud, ” wait…where are the pillows?!…” hearing her grunting softly and her steaming chunks of gray-red were tumbling in flops out of her crab-like skull and slopping in heaps on the faded throw-rug in front of the t.v., staining in an ever-growing circle of blue-green and yellow burnt-orange

Jonah busted through the kitchen door and knew exactly where to look…straight up!!…
just in time to see his beautiful wife falling down toward him in rude jarring bumps, which left eraser marks on the paper as she landed on each and every precipice on the way down to the bottom…
finally, she plopped down fast and hard at his feet with a horrible thump!!!…and cracked wide open from forehead to belly button…twitching as all her lifeblood and green/yellow pus came bubbling out of her…..Jonah crumbled to all his knees as the schoolyard bully punched every inch of air out of him…he couldn’t take his eyes off her, spasming and churning stream after stream of thick greenish-red glumm onto the floor as it thickly spread in a big circle under her broken head and face…
her mouth kept snapping open, over and over again, like the little monkey with his crashing, clanging cymbals…

he turned purple and froze in his empty shell…..
his ghost floated above her and scooped her up in his arms…buzzing somberly toward the kitchen table, where he clears it with his fifth and sixth arms and gathers a pile of overdue bills and torn-open envelopes to put under her leaky head…..

His helpless face was pressed so tightly against the slats of pine, that he now had an imprint of the crack in a raised line, stretching from his scalp to his beard…
He imagined that it was Ginny who died and started to cry for his new found friend and his lovely, if not impetuous wife Em…he imagined showing up one day with Ginny and Steph, surprising Emily, ” ohhh…Ennnt…( hugging him tightly…) …you should’ve called ahead… i have nothing prepared for my guests… ( smiling nervously and dancing side to side like she has to pee…) …then Ginny will reach over and take her left hands in hers, whispering to Em…” you’re fine honey…let’s go find something dear…”
and Emily will swell up in the air a little; flapping her wings in a gentle buzzing tone of contentment as they huddle close together and giggle like schoolbugs…
hanging out all day on the veranda, and introducing Jonah to his family…incorporating them all into his routine…
…now she was gone…and he…( gulp…) killed her…..

Jonah looked up at the man’s nest, with all the tears of all the eyes, ever died or still alive…and he whispered one word…
” whyyy…( sobbing…)….( then yelling )…WHYYIEE!!!?….whyyyy??!!!!! ” you knew what thoughts could do!!!…why didn’t you stop yourself?…” and he looked down at Emily again…the frozen expression on her face reminded him of the way she looks when she’s sleeping…and he welled-up…shaking with abject sorrow…knowing she could never wake up next to him again, for the rest of his life…
the fly in the cobweb screamed, “…i didn’t meeeeeeannn…” …then he telekinected the rest…” i was just being funny is all, honest…all i wished was that she’d fall over her shoelaces i tied together…..
i didn’t mean to hurt her man!!!…shit, i didn’t even think of anything else…just her falling in slow motion onto some pillows…honest!!! i sweeeaaaaarrr…”
then he came running up the wall at him with the face of a killer, mouths frobbing bubbly spit…broken-heart throthing with a sad rhythm to it…
yelling, ” LIARRRRRRR…you killed my gir-herr-hirrrrrll…..i let you live, and you fucking KILL her!!!??….OHhhh Emmmmm….” ( sobbing heavily in a shuddering throe )
then, quick as death, Jonah sneered through the cracks at the gnat-fink…restled in his neecess…
Ento receded even further into his cove…and cowered, shaking and shimmying side to side nervously…
he could feel the wall bending in slightly with the terrible weight of Jonah’s swelling body, triple with taut sinews and wrought with the iron of revenge coarsing through his frought veins…his punches were shivering all the timbers…
he was bashing his fists against the wall, kicking it with all of his right legs then quickly switching to all the lefts…and he had his mouths up close to the man’s hiding space, grinning like Jack in the Shining…only in stereo…” Buhh-deeee…I’m HOOooommme…..” and little shittin’ his pants Endicoathe watched as Jonah’s left eye pushed in through the crack directly in front of him…and he punched his tiny frail hands four at a time against the old horsehair and lath walls…in rhythmic bursts…
” b,b,b,bang!!…..b,b,b,bang!…..b,b,b,bang!…..”…..and stole a scene from his favorite actor, ” come aeuwte come aeuwte wherrreverrr yeuw aorrrrr…..” …..
…..Spot felt dizzy…he shook his head back and forth…and looked down at Gerald…who was still looking out at Jonah trying to break down the wall…
he said, ” …buddy…i don’t…feel sooo……[ cut to a tree falling in the woods…a man holds his hand to his mouth yelling in a low-pitch-morphed bellow, ” tiiiiimberrrrrr …but his face is that of Gerald’s, and he is standing tall on the man’s arm-hair, wearing a General’s 5-star studded battle helmet…saluting the future as they plummet…
…..then as he’s falling, the whole room spins down at an angle with him in slow motion, we see Ento’s face turning in our direction, just as he hits we see his faces ( several images of his face in many different positions all at once, like the ‘ Hairway to Steven ‘ album cover…) rippling with the percussion of the hit…

like a boxer hitting the mat…( booom!…)…
he passed out, whacking his head and face on the wall in front of him, then sliding down to sprawl on the floor…
Gerald couldn’t help wishing he was a little taller, so he could have caught him before he fell…he absent-mindedly gave a hearty slap to each bicep, like HMMM! Strong…
…..he flittered up his arm crossing his shoulder and bounding around to his face…
then he stopped just underneath the man’s right eye, lifting the lid…looking into it, seeing the hazel and brown surrounding the shrinking pin-dot of black in the center as Gerald’s big eye’s shifted quickly back and forth…
he kissed him on the cheek, three times in a row…then said, ” you ok?…Mommy?…..Mommmm? are you?…..are you, d-dead?…..Mumeee? …sirrr? ” ………

and he cried in a breeze of strained falsetto and sniffled back his driffling youcus…

…………after what seemed like ten years, the man woke up in a white room, the ceiling was a black square-frame with white tiles, which had a spotted-black pepper design…
he could hear a crowd of people rambling around at the foot of his bed…he leaned up, but he couldn’t see anyone there…
he turned left, and saw the heavy brown and green door…
turning back to the right he saw a dot of light hovering level with his eyes…just out of reach…
he slowly reached out to touch it…suddenly it grew in size up and up and up…until it filled the entire room and pushed his bed out into the hallway…he slid across the floor in front of the nurse’s station…looking side to side and smiling, like a day in the snow on a tobbogan…
he kept on sailing, right out the front door…across the front driveway of the emergency room entrance, hanging a right onto the main road and down Beech Hill towards home…
waving to his aunt Peg as she was hanging out her laundry to dry in the side-yard…she waved at him and yelled, ” hey kid!!!…how’s school?…..” …as he was waving it occurred to him…her and Harry live in Michigan…what’s she doing here?…
next he saw his old high-school sweetheart Maxine…his bed whizzed by her as she was getting out of her car…he yelled, ” hey! Zeeny!!!…” she turned to look and he saw that her eyes were horribly torn from their sockets, with gaping, three-inch gouges excavating the space from her forehead down to her nose, her jaw, broken over to the right and her blood spurting out of her neck-hole…the top of her head broken outward as if her brain had popped…
he screamed, ” ZZEEEEEEE!!!…..” and he covered his eyes with the backs of his hands…shaking and crying to find out she was murdered, he had no clue…
he used to love her so much, he actually serenaded her one Autumn night, crouching on his right knee and crooning his love in a ” just written ” ballad…
he tried to shake-off the image of her badly broken face and her cave-out…and raising his tear-stained eyes to the sky, he sighed…and thought to himself, “…jeeezz…
should she even be driving??…” ………

he looked back down to the road just in time to see a 1989 Ford van stop too late to avoid hitting the little girl riding her ‘ out-of-control ‘ bike off the sidewalk…and watches as her Father runs his not fast enoughest to stop her in time…
Ento’s bed crushed her little head in a muffled pop that burst like a top…up into his face, slopping into his reluctant mouth…his resolve went South…

…he tried to wipe her brains from under his eyelids, and blew his nose with his finger pressed against each opposite nostril…he didn’t realize ’til after he’d passed by their blood-soaked driveway, it looked a lot like his house, and their driveway…and….

He cried for the girl…and said aloud, ” …..first Emily…now little Anna…”…
he sat up a bit straighter, and thought to himself…” …Anna?…..who the…how the…hell did i know that?…”
…and his bed rolled through a stoplight…he looked to the left at his seventh-grade home-room teacher miss Cavicchi, standing on her front porch with her plush kitty …

he imagined her naked, just as he did every single day in class…and every night…and in the bathroom…let’s just say, she helped him through many a rigid situation…
he waved and yelled to her, ” wow, miss Lorainne…you’re still beautiful…”
she giggled and lifted her shirt, letting her amazing breasts spill out onto her chest…smiling huge and saying, ” come back anytime cutie…i’ll give you a private lesson…”
he was standing up like he was surfing, and trying to find the brakes…waving both arms at her over his head frantically, holding up his first finger like, ” hold on a sec…wait…”
he tried and tried to find some kind of lever, or button…anything to get inside……………….
her.

he wiped a tear from his eye and waved goodbye as he sped away…she frowned and reached down to pet her lonely pussy………………
cat.
suddenly the bed started drifting to the right…
he sat back down Indian style and imagined a steering wheel in his hand…he gripped the wheel and pulled it back to the middle.
Then he concentrated on an emergency brake…imagining miss Cavicchi leaning over his desk while he tried his ‘ hardest ‘ to conceal his pathetic seventh grade boner…
he sighed quick…and tried again, picturing the handle of the brake in his hand, he even pulled his hand up as if he was engaging it…….
nothing.
He looks up at God like, ” really ??? …haveya seener?!…C’MAaaahhn!…” …
then he’s thrown to the side and knocked off the bed, scraping his elbows and knees on the tar, spreading miles of flesh in two broken stripes as he rolls end over end, directly in the middle of the road and stretching from Mass., to Florida …all the signs say, ” FLEEtown “… ” BEEhobeth ” … ” ANTlleboro…” ……..
……….then stretching further… …” mANNAsas “……..” dumFLIES…” …” WASPington D.C. “…..he quickly thought to himself…” what?…no vir-Gin-ia?…”…( winking at an imaginary camera…) …
then passing through the next town it said…” …Jonah’s Bluff “…..

followed by, ” Emmtown…” he rolls right off the tip of Florida into the ocean without stopping to see the Coral Castle, and yells, ” …..sorry Ed!!….” splooshing into the water…

” !!!!!!!!!!!”

He wakes up in his car, screaming his guts out and watches as they tumble out of his ripped open human stomach…piling in a heap at his feet, spasming as his life-force slips away…he closed his eyes and said, ” what was that crunch?…he lifts his head to look in the rear-view…his left eye is torn from the socket, and his jaw is mashed over to the right…his neck is stretched like a giraffe…and it’s slithering across the dashboard an inch at a time…then dripping like candle-wax to the floor underneath the glovey…..suddenly his bones are back and his neck is cricked over, sharp left…his spirit climbs up the wall of his attached-garage, coming to a rest above the window frame with the front end suspended off the ground and the tires are still spinning…
and he knows she’s dead…” she’s fucking dead and i…fucking…killed her…”…..through his haze, he realizes that when he wakes up he’s in for a world of regret…

[ scene change…]

…he’s on his knees on the floor at his sister’s house in Landrock…
praying earnestly, mumbling words he doesn’t yet understand, like speaking in tongues…crumbling with the drifting, shifting sand…swirling up into the sky, sucked into God’s daughter’s vagina…she’s too young for him, at 7,603,788,204 years old…and he’s not a pervert or whatever, but man…
he has to turn his head when she walks in the room!…
” girl…you’ll be a wo-man sooon…” …..
then he passes out in a hard flop onto the t.v stand, before tumbling down through each consecutive floor…down, down…down…
falling onto a brightly glistering Sun and burnt to a charred, black pile of ash…blowing away in the breeze of liquid fire…

And he hears the frail whimper from underneath his wheels…that of his sweet little…….
suddenly he’s jolted awake by Jonah’s heavy voice

” I’ll fucking KIIIILLL you-huu-huuuuu!!!!!…” …he opens his eyes to see Jonah at the wall and killing to dash his little head in….trying to stick his fingers and a thin, snakelike tendon which is twilling through the dringling flought…and tristling it’s way over to his shadow…Ento tries to speak but is interrupted by a high-pitched belch, echoing through the xinn, and piling up in a squelch of evil vintiglamms and right-side-up star-shaped cullets…
He jumped back into the safety of the alcove and pressed his film into the corner while Jonah’s left eye jouncingly searched for him…his right eye still motionless and barren but for one solitary tear…an abject tear for his one true love…
Her unique way of loving him without question…Even with his raucous past-life creeping unceremoniously into their happy life and abode, she didn’t care…she loved him unconditionally…” I loved her Ento!!!…and you made her die!!!…i loved her… ( pausing…) …and now she’s gone…”
then he picked up his head a little and asked, ” …why?….huh??…just, please…tell me why?…what did either of us ever do to YOU maaaan…NOTHing…thats what…” …
Endicoathe moved forward slightly into the light, but still half-shadowed…and said, ” i’m sorry Jonah…i…”
” WHAT??! ” …Jonah cut him off, ” you …you what?…i mean…you knew about the mind thing…i Told you…and about the power of thought here being so…so…..( sighing…) WHhoooooo…..” then he backed away from the wall a little and turned his left face to the right…scuffling his nose on one side and trustling his moustache with his baby flinger in a loose fwirl…
Ento started again, ” Dude. I’m sorry about Em…she was nice…i mean, sure…she WAS trying to squish my face into the grain of the wood…but, you know…besides that she was a very nice, very beautiful Ladybug…and i only wish my Ginny could have met her…i know they’d be close…”
Jonah looked back a little, seeing Ento only in his periphery…and said,” ( exhaling long…..) …tell me what happened. ”
Ento moved even closer to the wall now, stepping two legs at a time cautiously, as if Jonah was playing a trick on him…when he aligned his vision through the crack, he could see Jonah, weeping uncontrollably, leaning on the wall with his fifth arm, and resting his head on it…rocking it slowly back and forth…
He said, ” Jonah…i’m truly, truly sorry about your Emily…i didn’t mean for her to die man…honest. Ya gaatta believe me…( suddenly pensive…)…well…i guess you don’t haf ta…but, i’m tellin you, i don’t know what happened…i was scared, and nervous…and suddenly the whole lime/thrace continuum occured to me, and i tried it…but, Fleeasus man…i don’t get it…all i thought was, ” Em…fall because i tied your laces and here you go…some pillows to break your fall…..”..he looked away at the clock on the far wall of the room Jonah stood in, and it said…” three thirty-seven…” in a soft, billowy voice…( never realizing that it had just given itself away…)
then resumed by saying, ” you know…it’s almost like someone else heard me start the thought…then finished it for me, but changed it somehow…”…
Jonah lifted his Puddle Wonderful eyes…and had a thin trace of a smile on his top face, while the bottom stuck out it’s middle-tongue and did it’s best to catch the drot snipping out from it…and he said, “…really?…dude, you sure?…cause that would explain a lot…”
Ento was slightly taken aback…” yeah?…like has that happened before to anybody?…
Jonah flexed his tight body in coils, then spritely pushed off the wall and came back down over by the kitchen door…( Ento’s not his…)…he said, ” yeah…one time when i first moved here…” …and he traced his many fingertips over the dent she’d left in the floor with her digitronic mace…he looked up at Ento, and half-smiled, ” wooow…she meant business huh?…and he started to laugh a little but had to stifle a cry in the crux of his human elbow, as for a split second he was converted into Jonah Smith of Ontario, Canada…Ento saw the transformation and let out a gasp…” BRO?!!! what the fuu…”
( SSSSPLLLLAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!…) he slapped his open palm down on his brother Ento’s little head, squashing him into the grain of the wall, just as he stuck his face through the crack to look over at Jonah…..his legs were permanently changed into a mishmash of twitching nerves like a dog running in a dream…
his face was cracked open from the top of his forehead down to the bottom of his human chin, and his ribcage broke open as he sat propped up in the driver’s side of his wrecked car, crunched into the garage and slowly crushing his daughter Anna as she screamed and whimpered, ” Daddyyyyy!!!!!……..dada…..aaaaahhhh!!!…ssssssdadaaa…” then her yelling stopped as the car came back down from it’s garage-door pedestal, crunching down on the poor girl and sprishing her into the tar……
when he tried to look up his neck wouldn’t budge…he slurred through his broken drunk face, ” zzzZHHIIINNNNEEEEEE…” ………..” zhaah…ZHhhhIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLPPP!!!!!!!..”
he leaned his cracked open head on the driver’s side door and could see his wife’s legs sticking out from the front of the car…twitching and kicking as if she was still trying to get out of his way…..everything went black…..

He woke up with Jonah standing over him, and he instinctively recoiled from another slap…
Jonah just looked at him with his many eyes and said, ” hey man, you ok??…you took a pretty nasty spill back there…”….
Ento dodged even further back away from him and said, ” STAY awayy from meee!!….”
Jonah pointed his eyebrows down like, “…..oookkkayyyy…” …..
He looked down at the man and said, ” what happened bud?…are you ok?…”
Ento just stared at him…then said, ” but…didn’t you hit me?…i was squashed into a mess of twitching, spritzing grue…”…
Jonah said, ” huh?….hey bud, did you hit your head or something?…you ok?…i didn’t even touch you. ”
Ento asked, ” sooo…you didn’t just turn into a human and slam your hand down on me??…” …
Jonah shook his head back and forth slowly, finally angling it down, like…” no…what the hell are you talkin about…?” …
the man just looked down at his tiny hands rolling his fingers in a line from 1 to 100…..staring at the sequence…and talking in a far away voice…
“……i killed my daughter…and i…i think i killed Ginny…..” he looked up at Jonah with his tearing eyes and started crying in a high-pitched wail that started peeling the wallpaper in long strips…and they began curling backwards, they all fell, one by one like vines hanging down from a trellis…landing on the floor, making the room look like one big, constantly peeling banana…Jonah looked around the room as the wallpaper vines fell all around them and said, ” w-w-well…how do you know that?…what if you just had a bad dream?…or had a collective memory that wasn’t quite accurate?….it could have been almost anything, you know?…like, maybe don’t beat yourself up ’til you know what’s going on…..”
“…no, Jonah…i killed them both…( sobbing…) i just know it…and now i’ve killed your Em….”
Jonah looked down at him in pity…” Ugh!!…buddy, let’s get to the bottom of that. What happened exactly? ”
He looked up at him after a few moments of dead air, and replied, “…i, don’t know what happened Jonah man, i just imagined Em fallin to the right onto this stack of big ol’ fluffy 70’s pillows and bouncing with a laugh…just to try and break the ice, you know?…she was tryin to kill me dude!!!…”
Jonah sighed…
Ento cocked his head a little and said, ” hey man, i don’t know what to say…just that i didn’t mean for her to get hurt. I know it must be brutal for you…i just…i don’t know why that happened…( uneasy…) ummm…come over here for a sec will ya?…”
he sprinted into the kitchen, then turned around, looking back out into the livingroom at the wall above the fireplace…bolting back to where he was standing…
Jonah squashed himself into the corner next to him and asked, ” what is it?…”
Ento whispered, ” did you hear the clock earlier?…”
Jonah pulled his head back into his neck and scrunched up his eyebrows slowly, like…          ” yeah…so?…” and said, ” uh-huh?!! so? ”
Ento said, ” you don’t think it’s funny that all i did was LOOK at the clock and it told me what, time it…was?…you don’t finnndd thaaat….”
Jonah interrupted, ” ok! ok, got it…you’re right. That would explain those other times, if it really was the clock, somehow causing these things to change from our original intentions…we could be helpless…what can we expect?…” We should call…the police, the National Guard!!! ( frantic…) ”
( SMACKKK!!! )…” would you relax!!!???….JEEZ…”
Jonah quickly rubbed his cheek, and looked down at him like, ” when’d you find your sack?…” and was actually kinda proud of the little guy…

……………..

suddenly, he drifted back to the air rushing around his ears, and the gentle spray of the water below…and he was standing on the bridge, looking down at his bound feet and his eyes rose…slowly up toward the railing, and past it, as the background came into focus…

he watched as the water careened around the many rocks and boulders, his vision rising upward to the clouds and the sky, and the…falling
” CRACK!!! ” ………..

…………….one pitifully strained gargling whisper…” giiiiiinn……” …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Oranthal was inspired by Albert Camus’s doomed city Oran; from the book, the Plague. I was obviously inspired by Kafka’s Metamorphosis, as well as H.P. Lovecraft, Brian Lumley, Stephen King, Clive Barker…and life, my life events, people, places…

cOup-bama

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On Obama’s failed coup in Turkey…
( pronounced, ‘ Coo ‘, not coop…in case you didn’t know…)
COUP : 1. a sudden, violent, and illegal seizure of power from a government.
“he was overthrown in an army coup”

This coup feels like an extension of the strategies, outlined in the document, ‘ Operation Northwoods ‘ …if you don’t know what that is, you should read on it. There were things planned like firing on innocent people, then blaming whoever your current enemy is…bombing ships, then claiming no responsibility, shooting down planes and blaming terrorists. In a coup, your enemy is the one you are trying to depose. This document is behind the mindset that leads the government to do such things, in the name of having something to protect and be the hero for. It all comes down to fake terror, falsified information and propaganda used to create an image of a perceived enemy, whether or not they actually are. So, who really shot down that Russian fighter plane in Turkey? It is debatable, as to whether or not it actually entered Turkish airspace.

Here is only one of many outlines on it. You should find as many alternative sources as you can, and read on those as well.

http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTICLES/northwoods.html

It was a plan, drawn up in 1962, to fake an attack on a US vessel, among other, even more insidious ideas, which include firing upon US citizens, in order to blame it on Cuba, so Castro could be removed. This strategy has been used time and time again.

To name just a few:

the Gulf of Tonkin incident; the faked attack which Lyndon Johnson fabricated, and used to bring us into Vietnam. He reported an attack on a US vessel, blamed it on North Vietnam, in order to bring us into the already existing conflict in Vietnam. Side note, this is how disinformation works. There was one actual attack, but not on a US ship, yet he crafted the story to be something it wasn’t. Why? The USA was in fact arming and financing BOTH sides in Vietnam. Really think about that for a second…we were giving arms and money to Russia, who was defending/helping North Vietnam, while we were giving arms and money to South Vietnam, who WE were defending/helping. So, we, the USA, were playing both sides against each other. Why? To have a reason to be ‘ at war ‘ . Of course, Kennedy had already bombed the shit out of South Vietnam in 1961 and 2, but he didn’t make up a lie to go in and do it. Not that what he did was right. He just attacked full force, wiping out scores of innocent people. For what?

the Murrah building in Oklahoma city; which was an attempt at blaming, ‘ homegrown terrorism ‘ and which was actually carried out by rogue elements of the DEA and ATF, sponsored/enabled by whom?…and closely following the 1st attack on the WTC and Waco. Let’s take a moment to discuss what happened at Waco. This was government sponsored terrorism against religion as a whole, and the freedom to practice whichever one you wish. Why were the Branch Davidians murdered? Who gave the order to kill? Who was the government agent who fired the first shot, which subsequently caused a volley of bullets to rip through the compound killing innocent men, women and children? 26 children, to be exact…does that number ring any bells? 20 children and 6 adults at Sandy Hook? Who’s to say a double agent hadn’t infiltrated the Branch and shot from the inside to start the rounds from the outside? We’ve seen the government using information from different places and putting it together to form a new event or situation time and time again. We could get into parallels here, but it would consume lots of space and should really be interjected into another piece in the future. Most events, false flags, scenarios which are blamed on terrorists, or small factions can be paralleled to some other situation of the same ilk. Try it sometime. For example, Dzhokhar ( Jahar ) Tsarnaev received his naturalized citizenship on 9/11/12…obviously the anniversary of 9/11, 11 years to the day…also the same night as the attack in Benghazi. Why? Why that particular date? So far, there are at least 2 coincidences surrounding Jahar and citizenship. His family received US permanent citizenship, in 2007, after being relocated to the USA under political asylum, in [2001], and he received his own naturalized citizenship on [9/11]/12. Coincidence? Would that have been the date it went through, by a series of coincidences? Or was it insult to injury on the part of the true puppet-masters? Offer him citizenship as a reward for playing along with the scenario at hand? If you truly know the facts and understand the entire thing, you will see that there were ulterior motives for his involvement which stretch toward his older brother being blamed for a triple homicide in 2011. The sole reason Ibragim Todashev was murdered by the FBI, to cover it all up.

Ibragim Todashev and his wife Reniya Manukyan

Back to Waco, who was it that took this and turned it around to reflect a fire-fight aimed at the government, not from them? Why else would the offices of the CIA, and the Secret Service, even Giuliani’s office, all of which were housed in building 7, be destroyed on 9/11? Not only destroyed, but reduced to ashes through several processes, which include controlled demolition. Those offices would have held sensitive information, such as names of people involved, to protect them from prosecution? Giuliani’s office on the, appropriately located ’23’rd floor had previously been over-protected against an attack, with bullet proof glass and strengthened walls and windows. And why did he decide at the last minute to relocate to a different office in a different building?…another strange coincidence would be that there were offices in that building for 5 financial institutions; Salomon Smith Barney, American Express BANK International, Standard Chartered BANK, Provident Financial Management, Federal HOME LOAN BANK…

as well as 3 insurance agencies; ‘ ITT ( evil corporation ) Hartford Insurance Group ‘, First State Management Group Inc., NAIC Securities, who would have been directly involved in mortgage and securities investments, and who is the be all end all as far as insurance regulations on a federal, and even international scale…WTC investments, which would have been traded days before the ‘ attack ‘ ?…i would think that Larry Silverstein benefited from their partnership as well, considering he stood to clear millions for each building destroyed, and billions overall…through what? Conveniently located insurance agencies perhaps? I find it strange that on the NAIC website, they don’t mention, even once, what happened to their NY offices in building 7. Wouldn’t they have some kind of dedication page for the victims? Possibly their own employees?

And of course the 5 government agencies; IRS Regional Council, US Secret Service-they didn’t see it coming? 😉 – the CIA, the SEC or Securities and Exchange Commission, Mayor’s Office of Emergency Management-unless he’s actually in the middle of it apparently, then he’ll bail and let it all happen.

When you take into consideration all the insider trading that occurred only days before the 11th, it makes sense as to why these companies/entities were ok with losing those files.

Back to Murrah, Timothy McVeigh was a double, even triple agent used as the poster boy for rebellion against a deceptive, manipulative government, who had cheated him out of his due earnings, and was the catalyst for all his woes. It was all bullshit, and he was used as the scapegoat for a new wave of terrorism on US soil, ALL created and carried out by the US government. It didn’t happen the way it was reported. He was in on it as much as any of them were. I watched on TV as he was given the ‘ lethal injection ‘ …did he really die?

the attack on 9/11; which we all, should by now, know was NOT 19 completely inept hijackers, 9 of whom are alive and well today, who flew planes into the twin towers in New York, the supposed field crash in PA., and into the Pentagon, where suddenly the ‘ plane ‘ turned into a missile. They told us all that this was the biggest attack on US soil, this is the day that changed everything…we should go into Afghanistan and capture Bin Laden because they somehow knew already that he was responsible. It was all a sham. And to take it even further, we went into Iraq, using 9/11 as the reason, when our government and every single person involved, knew Saddam Hussein and to a greater degree the citizens of Iraq had nothing at all to do with it. Read into Saddam doing what Qaddafi was set to do, and abandon the US dollar…that is why he was murdered. Any WMD that he might have had, were given to him by the USA, in the earliest 1980’s so he’d be armed to the teeth, in our cleverly, and not so cleverly disguised proxy war with Iran, in which he was our ally. Some of those weapons; artillery, bombs, missiles came from Russia and China. Anyone who truly reads into even the first reports on the morning of 9/11 can see that it unravels itself at every turn. Hey, i fell for it too at first. I was attending community college in Brockton, MA., and between classes was informed of the ‘ terrorist attack in NY ‘ …i watched in a room full of mesmerized students, as the media replayed the hits on the towers, over and over and over and over again. That was a very deceptive, however brilliant display of Goebbels era propaganda. But, then again, the USA was always close to Hitler. Going back to before WW1, there is an overwhelming amount of information that points to the Bush family, starting around 1910, being in on the group of independent bankers and businessmen, who helped to finance WW1, as well as WW2. I always quote Professor Antony C. Sutton, on this subject. Whether or not he realized it, he was naming the Bush cartel, when he reported that Wall St., financed both world wars. Prescott Bush, George Sr.’s Father, was instrumental in the Nazi-American connection, and did much to promote Hitler’s agenda, which was in fact the agenda of his own financiers, the Zionists. Of course, this goes in a big circle because the Wall St., bankers, are the Zionists we’re talking about. Then there is the connection to the CIA, and the way that Prescott made sure certain Nazis were brought into the USA and granted immunity. Josef Mengele, A.K.A., the Angel of Death ( ” Monarch to the Kingdom of the Dead ” quoting the band Slayer ) …was smuggled into the USA, to head up the CIA mind control program, MKUltra…Nazi physicists, scientists, engineers were all given jobs in this agency. Same thing with NASA-Nazified America Steals Aryans 😉 Read into it, you’ll see that we literally relocated elements of the Nazi party to the USA. Many of them were later involved in our American eugenics programs. Many people place the blame on Hitler for initiating his own eugenics programs, while never mentioning once, the American Eugenics Society, which ran from 1926 – 1972. Look into Margaret Sanger, see what she stood for. Look into Planned Parenthood and see who they really are. And, it is well known that Hitler admired the USA for it’s work in the field of eugenics, and the genocide of the indigenous tribes here. Although, i’m attaching no contempt to the Nazis. The Nazis did not simply decide to exterminate millions of innocent people, it was part of a larger even more sinister plan, because it was the Zionists who put them up to it, and financed their work, in the battle for Poland, where millions of innocent Jews, Poles, were placed, only so they’d be directly in the line of fire. The Zionists are the ones who took Poland from Germany through the Treaty of Versailles…if you don’t know who the Zionists are, they are high class Jews, who follow a strict agenda. They have been and still are responsible today, for much of our distress and chaos. Read into ‘ 40 million dead during peace time in the USSR ‘ and you’ll get an idea of who they are, what they do…they willingly murdered their own lower classes, in order to have a certain number of dead to claim, so that they themselves could initiate the whole 6 million dead story, which actually goes back to the 1910s right around 1917. As far as the ‘ Holocaust ‘ you’ve always heard that 6 million Jews died there, right? But, was it only Jews? No. This is propaganda. The total number of deaths in ALL death camps, named so because they were the place where the dead were brought to be cremated, not burned alive, was just over 271,000…read it again, two-hundred and seventy-one thousand. Not 6 million. Now trace the pilgrimage to Palestine in 1946,7,8…and see where 5.9 million ‘ Jews ‘ ended up…

When you read the true history of the Nazis, Hitler, the whole shebang, disregarding all the propaganda, you may just glean a different mindset on their legacy. To put it another way, the reason you learned a falsified history, is because some of our richest most powerful people and innovators, were aligned with Nazi Germany. America, Britain, France, were all enabling Hitler. So now we get into a big old can of worms when we think about Charles De Gaulle and France…subject for another discussion, but along these same lines of a fool’s game being financed by Zionists. You have to read between the lines to see it. I recommend that to everyone. You have learned absolutely nothing…all the history you learned through school is either false, or falsified. You’ve been taught to accept the first thing you are told and that you can trust the government, the education system, all of it when in reality that is your biggest curse. The best and really only way to shake all of the disinformation, is to unlearn everything you know and start from scratch, seeking alternative sources, backed up by your own research, all pointing you to YOUR OWN conclusions. It’s up to you to figure out that people like Alex Jones, and Anderson Cooper, are put there as a distraction, as your mouthpiece against all the oppression, when in reality, they have their own agendas and are part of a larger more insidious plot. Yes, i did use the word plot. But, do this on your own, even if you think i’m fucked in the head. And i’m not saying i’m not fucked in the head, but you’d have to be even more fucked in the head to believe any of the crap they feed us on a daily basis, no?…

Back to 9/11. There were no planes used that day, they were drones. Drones don’t use jet-fuel, so there goes the ridiculous tale of the fuel melting steel beams reinforced with tons and tons of concrete.

If you still believe that ridiculous narrative, there is a famous bridge, also in New York, which i believe is up for sale right now, REAL CHEAP!! ( the Brooklyn Bridge…)…to take this ridiculous narrative even further, we were all told in May of 2011, that Obama captured and killed Bin Laden-who was once our ally in the bid to protect Afghanistan from Russia in the 80’s-thus righting what had been done in September of 2001, and bringing us some kind of closure on that whole epoch. That did not happen. Bin Laden died of Marfan Syndrome in December of 2001, not May of 2011. An innocent man was murdered in his place, much the same way that a Polish prisoner was murdered and placed in Hitler’s bunker so the fabricated story that he’d killed himself could stand.

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So, was Obama unaware of what was really going on, and duped into believing he got him, or was he part of the plan to make it look as if we were once again the champions of the world? Of course that was rhetorical, not an actual question, and everybody needs to be on the same page if we are to defeat this imperialism, which has ruined our country, since the mid 1910s. This also happened right around election time for Obama, that in itself is suspect. Fast and Furious, the faked capture of Bin Laden, the overthrow of Qaddafi, Benghazi, all happened close to the election and painted our Selected leader in a good, nice patriotic light. After the 2nd Selection, literally one month later, Sandy Hook, 5 months later the Boston bomb drill, since then we’ve seen false flag after false flag, fake terrorism, falsified reports of Muslims being at the center of all the chaos. Obama IS Muslim! Shouldn’t they take him and remind him of his insult to Muhammad? THIS is the ultimate hypocrisy, not only in terms of his own religious beliefs, however they are perceived by the rest of us, but on a scale of what should be patriotism and dedication to our US constitution. This is treason. He is a war criminal and should be prosecuted to the fullest extent, which would be death. But then, if we extended due punishment to all whom have rendered our once great country into the shambles of a broken and barely breathing union, like it is today, we would have the American version of the Nuremberg Trials, filled with both Bushes George, and a Jeb, both Clintons, and a McCain, a Kerry and a Holder, an Obama and a Biden…and a coke and Thai ladyboy weary Cheney at the top of the list. Cheney has been at the center of all our miscreancies going back to before Nixon was made the scapegoat for our own spying. Why would we spy on our own president unless we expected, or needed him to slip up? When have we seen this before? Why was Hillary immune from prosecution given her role in it? From Watergate to the current conflict that we’re trying to initiate with Russia, Hillary has been there. On to our next subject…

The overthrow of Muammar Qaddafi; which should have never occurred. Billary was interviewed and she was quoted as saying, ” we came, we saw, we killed him! …” …then she went on to laugh like the true cunt that she is. The only reason the Obama administration did that was because Qaddafi was set to abandon the US dollar and move toward the gold dinar, a much more profitable currency for his country and citizens. Can’t have independent financiers in a foreign country able to fend for themselves, then the USA has no one to ‘ protect and liberate ‘ …so, the USA, backed by Britain, France, some people in Canada, went in using NATO, to bomb the shit out of Tripoli, killing scores of innocent women, children, elderly…eventually capturing Qaddafi, then parading him through the streets, and killing him, in a bloody very well publicized and promoted campaign of visual terror, enacted by Obama. Did you know that Qaddafi was anally raped? Who do you think made sure that happened? Did you know that the rebels who were on the scene there were in fact, Al-Qaeda? Or, was it our own CIA pretending to be them? There is a lot to this story, which i could go into much detail on, but to lay it all out takes away from the sad and tragic loss of one of the world’s true great leaders, who had revolutionized his country’s economy, and had opted for equal rights for all, even women…free education to anyone who wanted it, $50,000 and a new home to ALL married couples…Qaddafi should be remembered as a true pioneer, a champion of human rights, and a great philosopher in the vein of Socrates, or a less Christian Paramahansa Yogananda.

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Yes, you are correct, i spell his name differently. That’s because our media uses the Anglicized version. If Obama had taken even one simple page from Qaddafi’s philosophy, he would have attempted a bloodless coup, like Muammar achieved in 1969. But he is a white nigger who is all for war, poverty, chaos and tension, drone warfare no matter who the target. He should be taken through the streets, beaten, raped and executed in a public forum, so we all see his demise and public ridicule. Just the same way he did to Qaddafi. But, that will never happen, because fools like you still believe he’s a well educated black man who just happened to win a seat in the White wash House…you’re not that fool? I hope not, and i hope you do all you can to make sure no one like him gets in again. The sad reality of it is none of us have any control over who gets in, and we are all doomed to repeat our tortured past. If you’re smart enough to realize and admit that much, you’re on the right path. If you realize that even though you and i are on that path we will never be ‘ correct ‘ , because people are idiots, we have at least some shred of a chance to change it.

The ‘ attack ‘ on the US diplomatic compound in Benghazi; occurring almost one year after the overthrow of Qaddafi, and just an extension of pre-election calamity, geared towards making our favorite false prophet, Obama look like some golden god in the eyes of most jingoists and morons everywhere. We were told, there was a demonstration, over a video tape, which was the running narrative, purported by Billary, Obama, anyone else from his ‘ administration ‘ …Susan Rice, Jay Carney, all of them stuck with the story that a videotape had incensed the locals to the point of insurrection and said violence which occurred, coincidentally, or strategically, on September 11th, 2012…the 11th anniversary of the 9/11 sham, and, as i said above, the same EXACT night that Boston bomb drill ‘ suspect ‘ Jahar, got his naturalized citizenship to the USA. It didn’t happen that way at all. There was no videotape, and that story was in reference to the previous, but simultaneous attack in Egypt. It was a series of lies and media manipulations to cover the gun-running operations of Ambassador Chris Stevens. And it wasn’t only the Democrats who did this, it was a duel effort by both parties. John ( fake war hero ) McCain had just as much to do with these operations as anyone else. Why was Stevens running guns in to the rebels, who were in fact Al-Qaeda? Why did we use them at all? Weren’t they supposed to be the bad guys, and the main culprits in so many other terrorist acts? Weren’t they the sole reason we went into Afghanistan? Our government, used what is essentially the most widely suspected terrorist organization to carry out it’s evil deeds. WHO IS THE REAL TERRORIST? The US government. To be more precise, the shadow government, which truly runs the USA, led by the CIA, and enabled by Zionists. It has also been said that Obama was planning a fake kidnapping of Stevens, but the others there at the compound, fired upon the rebels, causing the kidnapping to go awry. Bottom line, all of this was to cover gun running, to rebels who were Al-Qaeda. The CIA, our CIA was stationed less than 2 miles away. Am i supposed to believe that the CIA, the watchdog, for good or bad, for the entire world, who demands worldwide jurisdiction, didn’t know that guns were being run into those rebels, who were in fact Al-Qaeda? Come on…..

Another angle on this, is that the term ‘ Al-Qaeda ‘ is code for, the Database, which started off as a list of suspected terrorists, and quickly turned into the visual representation of a scapegoat, someone to blame all things terror on, while in reality our own twisted and sadistic factions are in control of it all.

Now, the number 33…

Sandy Hook; where they told us, children were shot to death in their classrooms, occurred, 3 months and 3 days after Benghazi ( 9/11/12 and 12-14-12 )…thing is, it DID NOT HAPPEN. This is our government? They could use a fabricated story about kids being killed just to take away our weapons? Guns, ammo, all of which we will need when they start firing on us, as already outlined in Operation Northwoods…there is no way, suspect, Adam Lanza carried this out. According to the information they gave us, he weighed between 112 and 116 lbs., yet we were told he was able to enter the school, armed to the teeth, carry out these murders with the accuracy of a marksman, move from location to location, fire upon the children and staff, change out his clips, remain on time, and do all this within a, roughly, 5 minute time frame. They also told us he was a shy kid who never left his home, and was afflicted with Aspergers. So, not only did they choose the weakest, most improbable killer, they blamed this on a mental affliction. Then he was apprehended, however conveniently, and was ‘ killed on scene ‘ …the report says they found BLS, blood like substance, in the hallway of the school, nowhere else. Was it blood or was it not blood, pretty simple huh? And why was the school not drenched in human blood? There were so many holes in this story, such bad acting from people surrounding it, so much fake crying by fake parents and family, and Obama himself, that anyone can see through it. But the subject of innocent 1st graders being killed, is enough to make anyone choke up and disregard the facts, making this a quagmire of subliminal terror. When you read further into it, you find a collection of falsified information; names of kids who would have been up to 10 years older at the time. We were shown their 1st grade photos, yet they were out of high school already…no dead bodies, no real tragedy, lots of people paid off with lump sums and donations, and free houses for many of them…why? There are so many parallels to other events, you could fill 10 pages. Also, Obama called this the biggest attack on US soil…wait, didn’t they say that about 9/11? Which was bigger? Considering both were manipulated events, both with FEMA on the scene, both with elements of propagandized information, who can tell? It becomes a bit easier when you remember that in CT., a bunch of fake kids, fake died, in a fake event…on 9/11 thousands did actually die in a faked attack, in a fabricated scenario, with lots of faked and/or propagandized information…and both were filled to the brim with disinformation.

Besides all that, the real patsy of Sandy Hook was Nancy Lanza. If you research this sham of a story, you will see that she was a real person, so was Adam. But was the real Adam actually used, or was his name and information used in a bid to have a scapegoat, use his family history, using real facts from a real family, but manipulating said info in such a way that they become whatever the artisan says they were. Send it straight to the media, and go with the falsified story. Everyone will believe it if we say a bunch of kids were killed. The first reports told us that Nancy was one of the top analytical psychologists at the CIA, involved in the program DARPA. Now, why, if she was not that person, would said info be placed into the public eye? Is it disinformation, or is it truth, interjected in with some of the lie? I believe she was CIA, and she was selected as the main agitant in this event, since they went out of their way, several times, to point all the blame her way.

Was she a potential whistle-blower? Was she silenced, after being completely humiliated in the public eye? She would have been on her mini-vacation, until the earliest morning hours of December 14th. So, to go along with the narrative we were told, she would have to be home, before Adam set off for the day. He supposedly shot her, then left for the school.

I have covered this in a previous post, but to touch on it a bit, i believe that when she got home in the morning, maybe 6, or 7am…she would have been met with 3 or 4 agents standing in her kitchen with Adam. Either they brought them both upstairs, and forced him to shoot her, 4 times, then killed him…or they killed Adam in front of her, then led her upstairs to her bed and killed her there. I don’t believe Adam ever made it to the school.

There’s a lot more to write, but i would point you to a piece i wrote here, from March 2016, called Catalyst.

Roughly, 5 months after Sandy Hoax, the Boston bomb drill-( 4-15-13 …also, Patriot’s Day…more insult to injury ); which was used as a way to blame two innocent Chechen brothers, who were not the first suspects named…and how close was this to the lingering operations in the Ukraine, which were all US backed and propagandized/promulgated? Especially notable here, as this scenario has been used before, to make it look as if Chechnya was a terrorist nation, only that time it was Russia using this strategy not the USA. Both brothers, as well as, Sunil Tripathi and Mike Mulugeta-the first suspects who were named-were killed in cold blood so the government would have it’s scapegoats, and move forward with the false narrative. I can’t leave out, MIT officer, Sean Collier, who was most likely killed by fake hero Carlos Arredondo. The first reports of his death included information that a ‘ Hispanic ‘ looking man, around 6′ 2″, and wearing a cowboy hat, was seen approaching Collier’s car. Carlos is from Costa Rica. Is around 6’ 2″, and was seen in almost every publicity photo, wearing a cowboy hat.

All of this leads to a much different narrative than the one we were given.

Although, personally i believe that Sunil could be posing as Jahar today, since Jahar was most likely murdered that night in Watertown, MA., April 19th, the same day as Waco ( 1993 )…and any subsequent media of him makes no sense. The jail-cell video of Jahar, which is said to have been taken 3 months after the marathon sham, is out of place, since he would have had quite a large wound in his neck/throat. The reports said they shot him in the throat. Another said they cut out his voice box…why could you not see the wound in the jail-cell video? Either it was not him, or it was recorded before he was murdered, as propaganda of the coming event, which was clearly thought out ahead of time, though, not very well…

Yes, i am aware that Sunil went ‘ missing ‘ in March of 2013, about 3 weeks before the marathon sham, and yes i am aware that they ‘ found his body ‘ in a pond by his home in Providence, RI., but do i believe he actually died? No. There were reports that ‘ the guy in court ‘ ( Jahar ) was now around 3 inches taller, and spoke in a thick Russian accent. Hmmm, kinda like a kid who looks like him and is literally 3 inches taller? A kid named Sunil who was of Indian descent and would have been faking his best ‘ Russian accent ‘ ? There is a slight difference in accents from Kyrgyzstan and Russia, small things that only a local would recognize, so there is that. Besides, Jahar spoke perfect English. Quoting USA Today, ” He was not perceived as foreign, spoke English well ” …

Why would he choose Russian, since he was forcibly removed from his homeland and relocated to Russia as a child? Would he sympathize with a country who had effectively destroyed his family life? The family moved here, under political asylum, WHY??, when he was 8 years old. He was born in 1993, so it would have been 2001. Why were they protected, over all the other people who needed asylum there? It’s known that his uncle, and others in his family had ties to the CIA and FBI…so were they in the pocket of the USA?
For all my efforts to prove his innocence, i have to bring this information into the equation to be fair.

As far as Mike Mulugeta, i am going on the conclusion, after months of research as to whether or not he is still alive, that he is not. Especially since Tamerlan was an FBI informant, who’s to say Mike wasn’t the one who was run down and shot to death by the cops? Why not use the double and keep the agent? As i wrote, i’ve found ZERO subsequent information on him, beyond him being the naked guy who was arrested and put in the cop car, and his little bit of public info revolving around the marathon sham. The very next chapter reads him being gone. I have to assume that he was the one killed instead of Tamerlan. Instead of going into much more detail on this, i would point you to an earlier piece i wrote here, called ‘ Operation Tango 911 ‘ …As you can read anywhere, it was not the Tsarnaevs, they were indeed set up to take the fall. Go back through the photos, and see that the ones of them standing at the finish line were not actually them at all, that was Sunil and Mike used for those photos. See the way that when Jahar/Sunil is shown at the finish line his white hat bears the number 7, yet when he is shown leaving, running away from the scene his hat bears the number 3…why? Why all the photoshopping and media BS if they were really guilty? You wouldn’t have to fabricate anything if that was true. See the way that he is in fact carrying his backpack with him as he’s running, and it was brushed out of the photos, to enhance the false narrative that he left it at the finish line and it was his backpack which was detonated. The ones that were detonated were black, with a skull logo, like the SEALS, and belonged to the demolition team called, Craft International. His was light blue/gray. Again, he left with it. So how could his have been the one detonated? As far as older brother Tamerlan, he was an FBI informant, so his narrative is harder to excuse as innocent, but BOTH brothers were indeed set up. Even worse, two others were brought in to solidify the narrative that there was a terrorist attack to begin with. It was a bomb drill turned live event, in the name of creating false terror, nothing more. Anyone who did get injured there, was only part of a small portion compared to the ones who faked their injuries and were actually crisis actors.

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…all of these examples, although i could have named many more, are logical extensions, even if slightly different, of this plan to effect an attack on a US vessel, or location, in order to blame it on any perceived enemy: even if that enemy is guns or a way of doing things. It goes back further than 1962, with Pearl Harbor, a completely manufactured, manipulated attack, which ultimately did no damage, and was the catalyst to bring us into WW2, which the USA had vested interest in, beyond just taking out Hitler. That was a lie. The US supported Hitler through the war, and after while he was living in Argentina, until his death in the 60s. You have to read into the actual true history to get what i mean…the USA armed and financed BOTH sides in WW2, also in Vietnam. So, why all the posturing? Listen to ANY lecture from Professor Antony C. Sutton, and you’ll get it. His series on how Wall st., financed these wars will open your eyes. This attack in Turkey was obviously a plan to enact the latest regime change, as outlined by the PNAC, ( Project for the New American Century ) in order to level the playing field. Obama should be executed for treason against what should have been our ally. He doesn’t care. The USA doesn’t care who it kills as long as the plan goes along without a hitch. THINK ABOUT IT…Obama is trying to start WW3. Who will be next? Probably Hillary, although she’s a war criminal and a professional liar and thief. She’s been trying to start a war with Russia for just over 4 years. IF she does get in, we will be at war immediately, you can guarantee yourself of that.

Do yourself a favor, and research all of what i wrote here. Go over it for yourself. Fine-tooth comb it, see what is what, who is who, and how all of it leads right back to our own government being the cause of unwanted chaos and unnecessary deaths of millions of innocent people, while we claim to be the world leader in the fight against terrorism…

Let’s liken this to abuse, whether physical, mental, verbal, whatever. The abuser tells you, aw babe, it won’t happen again, you just got me so mad i lost it. The victim is made to feel that they are safe now, only so the abuser can strike them twice as hard next time. We are the victim caught in a bad relationship with our government. We can’t just move out, relocate, abandon all hopes of it working out someday, no. We must sever ties with our own government, because it is them who have caused much woe, and the exact opposite of what we all signed on for here: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Define, Life. Define, Liberty. Define, the Pursuit of Happiness. Now place those definitions against our current imperialist state of consciousness, and ask yourself, if you are free.

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Black vs. nigger

First, let me say that, if you are easily offended, do me a favor, go read someone else’s stuff because you will not like this. I don’t apologize for anything, this issue lies with you, and i honestly hope you can someday rise above it. It is making you a weaker more vulnerable person, and i don’t want that for you. You’ve been told to react whenever someone uses the word nigger…unless it’s two urban youths who happen to BE black, then somehow it’s ok. If it’s a rapper, and he changes the word to niggA, somehow that’s also ok. Let me ask, what the hell is wrong with you?

To fully understand this written piece, you should consider all sides of the context. On the one hand, i’m discussing the word nigger and the way it’s been bastardized to describe the value of a person, which is incorrect, inaccurate…on the other hand, i’m using it as it was originally intended, which is to describe someone’s complexion. There is a third, almost subliminal context, which is that this is a state of mind, a way of being. Many black people, enjoy being as ‘ black ‘ ( using this as an adjective ) as possible. Normally this would be the best, most proud thing you could ever do. Only, to some, regarding their interpretation of this word, it injects bold ignorance and a sense of being owed something by the world. Claiming the oppression of their ancestors as their own. Nothing wrong with that, if it is accurate. It isn’t accurate. They are reacting to oppression that didn’t happen the way they think it did. So they are misinformed about their own history, we all are for the most part. Ask the next black person you meet if their ancestors were enslaved in America. If they say yes, ask them when. Do they know, when? Are they assuming that their ancestors were the only ones who were enslaved here? Do they know that the Spaniards were the ones who brought them to this continent? Do they understand that this was sporadic, and they weren’t forced to stay here, until after the settlers/colonists had arrived?

Do they understand that ‘ post-settler/colonist America ‘ was still under the constructs of the Crown of England, for roughly two more centuries after they got here? For that matter are they aware that, this new exodus of anarchists and free thinkers, were allowed to ‘ escape ‘ to this continent, under the guise of citizens denying the constraints of religious England and all her imposition, when in reality, this was part of a larger plan to expand British rule into this area? Besides, if you really think about it, the settlers adapted the same religious tyranny, and extended it to their own. How is this a change? What’s worse, they tried to liberate the indigenous tribes into Christianity. These new settlers were just as racist, to use the word properly, not that anyone does anymore…as anyone in England or China, anywhere else.

Do they understand that Britain, did more to impose torture, suffering on their ancestors than any new American ever did? Do they know the history of their homeland Africa, regarding British rule and tyranny? Britain still owned parts of Africa until 1964. Do they know that the ‘ Mulatto ‘ race was in fact outright created by rich cunts in Britain, who would force black slaves to have sex and impregnate little Irish girls, age 9-12, thus creating the complexion to be mixed? Who are they truly mad at? Do they know that their ancestors were on those plantations, after, the Irish were there? Do they know that the Irish were considered to be of a lesser value than the blacks were? So, going on the value side of this equation, Irish were the true niggers, were they not? There are so many questions i could list here…some of these questions, if addressed, would surely change the thinking of many black people today, who have been indoctrinated to believe all the hype behind white-racist propaganda. Meaning that for centuries, ‘ white ‘ America has been responsible for painting a certain bleak portrait of their oppression to shape it a certain way. Why? To persuade them that white people are bad, evil, slave-owners, nothing more. How many black children grow up believing this propaganda? To take this even further, on a sociological scale, how do they learn of all this hatred and tension? Their parents, teachers, peers, inform them of the racial tension and the oppression over the centuries. This is indoctrination. Who tells them this wrong information? This is the same as spreading a lie. However innocent it might be. Isn’t every child, no matter their ‘ color ‘ supposed to come into this existence, a clean slate? Who is it that writes in red chalk, all the hatred and bitterness, which they will later come to know as their history? I do wish that i could blame it on a bunch of old racist white guys in the South, from several hundred years ago…but i can’t. This issue lies with our own systems of learning and our way of spreading untruths, in order to have a status quo, however insidious it may be.

Some black men, such as Samir Shabazz, have taken it upon themselves to reinforce all of the hatred and contempt against white people, which has been erased for so many years. It seems that for the most part racism had gone away, at least on the surface…but people like him have brought it back full strength. He portrays the typical, mad at everyone, black man…but he enjoys being this third subliminal interpretation of a nigger. Why? What is his interpretation of what it means to be one? Why is he ok with being labeled one? Why does he have such a hatred for white people? Does he know his own actual history, or did he learn the falsified manipulated history which has been spread? Does he understand that black people were not the first ones on those plantations in New America? To clarify, blacks from Africa and abroad were indeed, brought to this continent after 1492, but as far as the settlers owning slaves, that didn’t happen until later. He has NO claim to that at all. The Irish slaves were there long before any blacks were, so there is that. Why is he mad again? Can you refresh our memory, Samir? Is he even aware that the first slave owner in America, was a black man named Anthony Johnson? He had black slaves…

Now, to the issue of crime in America today.

It’s not racist to say, black people are the problem, they cause most of the crimes in America. It’s just inaccurate, because it isn’t all of them. There are plenty of hard-working well educated black people who want nothing to do with the hate and violence, that their counterparts seem to love. How can they deny it when it surrounds them. Black people make up around 13% of the population in the US, yet they commit around 53% of the crimes.

What is racist, is to BE black and to not admit that your own people are making this happen. What is racist is to be white and not admit that some blacks are violent and very dangerous, because you will be seen as a racist if you do. Stop being a pussy. These certain blacks have an innate need to commit these crimes. They don’t mind jail, they will get off because of their color in most cases anyway. It should come down to pride. Are you proud to be black? You should be. Are you proud that you can go out and stab an old woman and grab her purse, leave her to die, and in court you will automatically be seen as the victim to some extent only because of your ‘ color ‘? Is that not being a racist?

Are Oprah, Obama, Sharpton, any of the other ridiculous race-baiters, really more happy in a white-oriented and driven society? Sure seems that way. Is that not racist? When celebrities bleach their skin to become a lighter shade of black so they are accepted, is that not racist? They are telling us that they acknowledge white as best.

Black people have already lost the battle if they are ok with being labeled, ‘ black ‘ …( yes, you’re correct, i’ve used the words black and white throughout…there’s a reason, explained further on. )

Also, i have to echo the statements and sentiments of the brilliant, and very misunderstood, David Duke, when i say that our media has jaded people, making it so they’re so used to hearing propaganda, not the true facts, they can’t recognize the lies that are being told.

We hear newscasters saying, ‘ the African-American man was chased for 2 blocks by the white police officers…’ …
why the divide? They didn’t say the black man, the Caucasian cops. They didn’t say, the African-American, the Caucasian cops…they said, African-American, white. Why? Because there has to be a divide, and a politically correct one at that. Although, as you see it favors the black side of that political correctness, while at the same time degrading it. Otherwise there would be no silent propaganda, mind manipulation on a subliminal scale. Think about that. Why bring color into it at all? The newscaster could have easily said the suspect was chased by the officers…

To get back to my parentheses, i used black and white because that’s what you are used to hearing. Why are you used to it? Propaganda, through the media, advertising, all of it points us to say and do things a certain way. Especially now, when black people call each other nigga, which is really nigger…why? Why would they? These days people don’t write out the word ‘ black ‘ they spell it Bl-ck…WHY???
People are so afraid of being labeled a racist, they are now afraid to spell!! Did the letter A become some c-t-lyst in – c-mp-ign of H-TE?? Vowels are on the way out apparently…and if you had a hard time understanding the sentence without the As included, that only furthers my point.

Call it for what it is. If blacks want to call each other nigger, i guess we don’t need to worry about it so much huh? Now the word has become one of many adjectives…

African-American is the black man who is so ‘ black ‘ he’s everything African and culturally sound. Then nigger is the man who sells drugs to kids and would stab his Mom in the throat for 100 bucks. Which is correct?
So, why say, ” the African-American robbed an old lady, stabbed her, then proceeded to rape her for 5 hours before leaving her to die…” …did that really pretty up the broadcast at all? What you’ve done is make it a bit more bearable to the ears and minds of the listeners, by easing up on the word black. How is that right? Who are you protecting?

Call it for what it is.

The niggers did that to the old lady…the African-Americans were at home reading, or at school trying to improve themselves.

I have a friend, who always calls me out for using the ‘ N-word ‘ …sorry but it’s called nigger, everyone else should be saying it too. She tells me, i shouldn’t say things like, there’s a difference between blacks and niggers. My response is, so, you are saying there is no difference between blacks and niggers? That would mean every black person is a nigger, and i’m not saying that, you are by not dividing them. Clearly, a well educated black person wouldn’t rob a store and stab someone just to do it. A nigger would. A black person wouldn’t shoot someone and steal their sneakers…a nigger would.

Do i need to go on?

What has changed? Today people are too afraid to say words, out of fear of what others will think or say to them. Well, guess what? This is part of the problem, not a solution. If they can’t handle it, too bad. I was raised to believe that honesty is the best policy. Some of the ones who told me that, don’t want to hear the truth, because they are embarrassed…not my problem.

Black people always tout the typical reason for their discontent with whitey…and it usually points back to all the oppression their ancestors, not them, had to deal with. I get it, they are correct, but the word nigger is not to describe someone of a lesser value, in any way. It has been bastardized to be so, but the original intent was to describe complexion. Black people, and people with a dark complexion were called nigger for their color, not their value. The Irish slaves in America, were of lesser value than their black brethren who came later on…so, by the current unintelligible logic, those Irish slaves were the first niggers…if you are attaching the value side of the word, in all of it’s injurious intent, and context.

So if they are calling each other nigger because of their skin color, it is correct. However, i can’t seem to name any of them who have brought that up in discussions, or in the media, not once. Besides, slavery still exists today, and not all slaves are black, in fact, none of them are exclusively black, slavery knows no color. Slave labor, child slavery…for what?
This is the year 2016 and slavery is still alive and well. There are children in third world countries, who are being exploited right now! While you drink your Pepsi products and show off your nice diamond ring…who was mining the caves, collecting those diamonds? Who was out in the fields, gathering palm oil so you could have your well off life? Children.
Child slavery. Or should i be politically correct? and say, potential youth indentured servantry…

Black, White, Red, Yellow…

Are humans here to be relegated to bits of some broken rainbow before we can comprehend each other?

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